Chapter 84: Attack On Orc Lord (9)

Edward's knees nearly buckled as the orc lord's club pressed down on him, gravity amplifying its weight beyond anything mortal should bear.

His fingers dug into the weapon's thick, obsidian-like wood, muscles straining as his arms trembled under the sheer force threatening to crush him.

Every breath he took was ragged, forced, the veins on his neck bulging as his entire body fought against the inevitable.

He was losing.

I could see it, feel it.

The pressure in the air was suffocating, the ground beneath him cracking as his boots dug deeper into the earth.

The orc lord loomed over him, red eyes glowing with a cruel amusement, as if reveling in Edward's struggle.

No.

Edward wasn't someone who lost.

I watched, my heart hammering, knowing he wouldn't call for help.

He wouldn't ask.

He wouldn't let himself.

Then, I felt it.

A shift.