Using his divine sense, Emery quickly calculated the sheer size of the oncoming threat—550 orcs within a 3-mile radius, all fully armed orc warriors, each towering over twice the height of a human. Muscular and brimming with savage bloodlust, their snarling forms tore through the sandy haze, making their ferocity palpable even from afar. The sight alone was enough to make even seasoned warriors waver.
Magus Vorlax, upon seeing the horde, was visibly concerned. "There are too many of them... Let my team handle this," he insisted.
But Emery stood firm, cutting him off. "No, Sergeant. This is why we are here."
With Emery holding the higher rank, Vorlax had no choice but to follow his command. Yet as the acolytes readied themselves the sergeant realized that Emery and the two magus accompanying him remained motionless, opting to let the young acolytes take the lead.
