Risen from the flesh of the lifeless corpse of the orc is a being of malevolent power, a contrast to that of a divine angel that has descended the mortal plain.
The being levitated away from the body that he formed from, revealing a tall and extremely muscular frame of a naked human. Tattered in his body are numerous cryptic symbols that formed an eerie pattern which appear to be moving with life, even if slowly. His abyss-colored hair long and wavy floated in the air along with the man.
As he turned his face towards Uhmra and the elven slave one can see that this being looks extremely ethereal, even for a being that got reborn in such a brutal fashion. His eyes which were the same as his hair's color were apathetic, and yet his polite smile shows a striking difference against it, making it difficult to see what the being was feeling.
He then descended slowly to the ground, both of his feet gently touching the earth as he reached it.
The man is extremely tall, almost as tall as Sugorim himself which is taller than 2 meters, he isn't as muscular as Sugorim but that did not make him less imposing, in fact his nonchalance looks way too unsettling to look at, most especially after what just happened and how the being came to be.
Sugorim's lifeless corpse fell to the ground, marring the ground in putrid blood.
"Ah an orc as a vessel, couldn't ask for a much more suitable one, a being full of vigor is exactly what I needed, thank you for that." the being spoke, his voice deep and calm with a hint of gratefulness in it.
He then turned to the corpse of Sugorim, laid his right hand on the dead body and it turned into a pool of black liquid that is not blood, but the same liquidized dark ice that circulated the white orb earlier.
The pool of black liquid then formed into numerous streams of water that wrapped around the fingers of the unholy being as he governed it to, the streams of water then followed the connected pattern of his tattered symbols and assimilated with it evenly, it then solidified in his body.
"That's more like it, I don't like being wasteful" the being said with a smile in his face.
Umhra in shock snapped out of it and finally said something.
"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU? HOW DID YO- HOW COULD YOU DO THAT TO SUGORIM?!" he shouted agitatedly
The being took no offense to it.
"There's no need for you to run your mouth if you are going to be that rude. Your friend is simply a vessel for a higher being, that is all, do not take it too heavily, he was a noble sacrifice for the greater good." he replied calmly.
Uhmra stunned in his place, could not believe what he just heard, he is visibly agitated and his pale body is getting hotter and is slowly turning red.
"You- you... how could you say that, he was a brother to me."
The being's smile quickly dissipated from his beautiful and marble-like face.
"Now that the tables have been turned it is not so fun anymore correct?" he said with a deadpan display in his face.
"I despise the ones that are like yourselves, you are blind to your own hypocrisy when the tables are turned against you, and why is that? What makes you think that your lives are not worth less than that of a slave's? You greedy brutes brought them upon these lands to brave the relentless cold and your ruthlessness, and with nothing but themselves to rely on. Death is constantly knocking on their doorsteps on the daily and they would want to welcome it, yet the fear of dying in an extremely cruel manner from the hands of you foul mortals eats them away, driving them into being submissive beasts bent to follow your wills just to not die." he added, his tone angrier.
"Imagine how terrified these slaves are when they realized that they are forever fated to live like this, where each one of them has to struggle with all their might just to survive even for one more day. Battling against hunger that eats them from the inside, the restlessness that deprives them of their motor abilities, and the constant anguish that they go through from all of your brutalities. All of that, just for this World's Kingdoms to satisfy their avarice of power." the pressure that the being exerted exponentially increased as he spoke those words, tensing his entire body and stretching each of his fingers in the process.
Umhra silenced by the unholy being could only watch in both anger and horror as he continued to speak.
What is he planning on doing?
Uhmra whispered to himself
"Well, now that I have conquered death, no slaves are not equal to that of a higher mortal anymore, every single one of you will die the same, under the hands of I, Maxim, the bastard child of a forgotten god."
As Umhra heard this he wasted no time and drew out his crimson tomahawks to deliver the first strike, it whistled in the air, leaving crimson trails as it is being swung.
He was extremely swift, and was able to travel from one point to another in a blink of an eye. He then delivered a clean imperceptible swing at Maxim's neck, or so he thought.
I did it... ha... I did-
Uhmra thought to himself until he realized that his sensation of feeling was stripped away from him.
Uhmra's headless body fell to the ground, and his head was held by Maxim's left hand, his eyes still wide open staring into the beautiful face of the one that effortlessly cleaned his head off, his mouth uttered words but no sound came from it.
He...didn't....even move.....
Maxim did in fact just stood still in the same position as he was previously, Umhra was simply countered by a strike that was impossible to see even with an orc's highly enhanced eyes, it was uncertain to say what kind of counter-attack could slice a high-level orc's head as effortless as treading water with a finger, however one thing is certain, it shows the astronomical difference in power between Maxim and Uhmra.
"Such a simpleton, coming towards me head first without even acknowledging the extreme difference in power. Do you always forget the essence of combat when faced with an imminent threat?" Maxim let out a weak laugh.
Turning his attention to the elf slave he tilted his head in amusement.
"You're not running... Are you not afraid of me?"
The elf tensed, paralyzed by fear.
"I- I'm sorr-"
Maxim drew closer to the elf, hushing his mouth with his index finger with a gentle demeanor and no sign of hostility in his lifeless eyes.
"Shhh... there is nothing to be sorry about, you and I aren't so far off, I also am a slave, just to my own ambitions without the power of being able to exact it. I know how it feels to be shackled, stripped away of freedom, wishing nothing but an end to my existence. I existed without a body for thousands of years out of spite towards the divines, not being able to do anything but just feel the whole world to its core, and there I realised, most mortals are just as arrogant as the ones I despised." he spoke with a polite voice.
He patted the head of the elf and stroked his hair with no other intentions.
It is a weird spectacle, that an elf would feel safety and solace in the hands of such an unholy presence. The elf can't help but stop his tears from flowing down his cheeks. Every slave that lasted in this place for so long wished for nothing but a peaceful end, because to live further in this hell as one is tantamount to damnation in hell, there should be no reason for hell to be brought upon the surface of the World. They feared dying painfully, and that's why they feared the Wardens, if they could, they would have just took matters into their own hands and die their own peaceful deaths. Now that the Wardens are dead, maybe they can finally rest, even if they die doing so.
"You slaves however, aren't treated like mortals by your own kind, it's sickening, I have seen things that aren't meant to even exist. Such poor beings. Be not afraid, I will bring an end to all of your sufferings, wipe those tears from your eyes and strip yourself of fear, your death will be gentle."
As Maxim said those exact words, the elf opened his eyes and saw a life where he didn't end up a slave, a life of a thousand years where he opened up his own potential that was locked away for generations, and finding himself enjoying the graceful breeze of the forests that the Elven continents have.
The elf smiled for one last time, but now his body stiff and his eyes lifeless, he is now dead.
"Good grief, and I had to do this to the rest of them in this cave." Maxim uttered to himself.
He then pondered for a bit and then absorbed the essence of both the elf and Umhra in the same fashion as he consumed Sugorim.
"Why couldn't all of you be that merciful to all your children you bastardly deities."