The ground he stood on kept elevating upwards as Edward reminisced about the war before an orc hit his shoulder. He glared at it, and it grunted at him. He sighed and looked forward.
The elevating ground reached the edge of the topmost part of the wall. After walking for a while, Edward and his escorts got to the end of their path. The orcs moved to the side. There was nothing but a vast empty space in front. Edward looked upwards and stepped forward, a silver glass step appeared. Refracting through it was the brownish energy.
"Glad to see the orcs are still dogs of the king. Obeying to the last order... living as they die, pointlessly."
Edward scoffed. The orc to his right clenched its knife, widened its eyes, and turned towards Edward but the other orc gave it a stern glare that forced it to calm.