Chapter 92: Draining The Barrier

A low, guttural rumble filled the air.

The orc lord had noticed me.

His massive form paused mid-stride, and then, ever so slowly, he turned.

His deep-set eyes, glowing with a cruel amusement, locked onto mine.

His mouth curled into something that wasn't quite a smirk, but more of a disappointed sneer, as if he found my struggle beneath him.

And then he started walking toward me.

Each step was slow, deliberate, yet the earth trembled beneath his weight.

The club in his hand, no, it wasn't just a weapon, it was a statement, rose effortlessly, the sheer mass of it making the air hum with force.

The same club that had cut down awakened and soldiers like insects, the same weapon that had torn through defenses as if they were made of paper.

I should have been terrified.

But I wasn't.

Not even a bit.

I forced another step forward, my body screaming in protest.