The silence after the Demon King's departure was deafening. The battlefield, once filled with the sounds of war, now lay eerily still. The surviving orcs stood frozen, gripping their weapons, their eyes locked onto the spot where the monstrous figure had stood just moments ago.
Jajwok exhaled, his heart pounding in his chest. He retreated. But why?
Brakzul, the chieftain, was the first to break the silence. He turned to the warriors, his voice booming. "Gather the dead. Tend to the wounded. We prepare for what comes next."
The orcs moved swiftly, their bodies still tense with lingering adrenaline. Jajwok sheathed his blade, his mind racing. The Demon King had spoken to him directly, studying him like an experiment. He's waiting. Watching. But for what?
Urgak clapped him on the shoulder, breaking his thoughts. "That could have gone worse." He smirked, though his grip was tight. "Then again, it could have been a lot worse."
