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"The orcs are gone?!" The young dark-haired man collapsed on his knees in the middle of the woods.
Only burned soil remained after the target of his vengeance and old bones lying in the dust. There were no orcs or captives in sight.
An image appeared before his eyes. Everything was blurry and monochromatic, the shadows deeper and darker than usual. The winds audibly howled in the background, creating a static noise suppressing all other sounds.
The giant orc wearing pelts and crude armor of rags and rusty metal plates, kneeled on the ground.
"It was you who pillaged my village and kidnapped my sister!" Fury was burning in the heart of the wind's chosen. He wanted to annihilate the beast as he swung his blade.
The wind raised, raising clouds of ash and dry leaves into the air as it flowed around the blade of his sword.
