Inside the halls of the castle.
"How is the situation?"
"…It's not good."
An orc replied with a somber expression.
"Were you able to get a clear idea of how many enemies there are present?l
"The numbers appear too large for us to count."
"Okay."
Silug replied in a serious tone.
The halls quieted down after his words.
"Didn't you say that the demons would come at us in about a year's time? Why did they suddenly attack now? I've still not recovered my strength."
Omgolung asked from the side. Out of all the orcs present, he was the only one that Silug treated as an equal and wasn't afraid of voicing his concerns.
"Do you have any plans for how we should handle the situation?"
"I have a rough plan."
Silug replied in an apathetic tone.
He then got out of his chair. His body started to take on a green color, and a dreadful pressure started to radiate from him.
