The Orc lord growled, releasing a dark plume of smoke from his mouth as he towered over Isolde. "Human, you are quite strong. Why not join me as a slave?" The monster laughed, causing the surrounding area to tremble.
"Don't make me laugh. You are too weak for me to follow," Isolde retorted as she sheathed her sword and surveyed her surroundings for a way to save her troop standing behind her.
"You ungrateful human," the Orc lord sneered, raising his sword menacingly. "Then die."
But before his attack could reach her, a voice echoed in Isolde's mind: "You have permission to use your power up to 10%."
"Took you long enough," Isolde muttered under her breath. As the claymore came hurtling towards her, an aura began to engulf Isolde, deflecting the Orc lord's strike and pushing him back.
Before the attack could reach her, she uttered the words, "Release Stage 1 of Eternal Slumber."
