Elea, already on the verge of losing her patience, looks like she's one bad pun away from going full firestorm. Meanwhile, the pair of mole chimeras down below couldn't care less about her looming wrath. They're too... busy.
Despite the elf girl standing on an open high ground like an angry goddess about to smite some sinners, the chimera couple remains completely locked in their passionate mole romance.
Just as Elea raises her glowing right hand and starts mumbling a spell in some ancient magical language, Irvine awkwardly steps in.
"No, wait!" he blurts out, his voice barely above a whisper. "Don't kill them just yet. We should… uh… wait for them to finish first."
Elea freezes mid-spell, turning her head so slowly it's as if she's auditioning for a horror movie. Her contorted face screams seriously? Her eyes squint as if trying to comprehend the stupidity of Irvine's suggestion.
"Excuse me?" she finally says, her voice dripping with disbelief.
Irvine scratches the back of his head and tries to clarify, though his tone makes him sound like he's apologizing for being alive. "I just mean… you know… they might get tired after they're done, and you'll have a better chance at killing them."
Elea stares at him, blinking twice as if she's giving his brain a chance to catch up. Then she crosses her arms, her expression suspicious. "Are you seriously telling me to wait because you think it's strategic to let them finish their... business?"
Irvine forces a weak grin, but his awkward attempt at looking confident only makes him look like a lost tourist caught without a map.
"Unbelievable," she huffs, shaking her head like a disappointed mother catching her kid watching porn. "I knew you were a bit of a weirdo, but this? This is next-level perversion."
"What?! No!" Irvine sputters, waving his hands frantically. "It's not like that at all!"
Elea is not buying it for a second. "Yeah, right. You're just dying to watch the live chimera love show, huh? Don't tell me you're getting a boner watching this."
Irvine goes silent, shoulders slumping in defeat. There's no winning here.
Elea rolls her eyes, muttering, "You've officially disappointed me."
She walks away, still shaking her head, muttering something about how she always ends up working with the weird ones.
For Irvine, who already struggles with a hefty load of inferiority complexes, Elea's disapproval feels like a slap in the face. He knows she doesn't think much of him, but this? This stings.
The truth is, he is just feeling sorry for the mole couple. Watching them together like that makes him wonder if they are more than just monsters. Maybe they are like him, creatures trying to find some fleeting happiness in this harsh, unforgiving world.
But Elea? She has no time for romance or pity. Fireball in hand, she approaches the chimera couple with the grim determination of someone canceling Valentine's Day.
The female chimera's horny face begins to show fear. The male one though, looks angry and disturbed. However, despite noticing the fireball-wielding elf closing in, he still doesn't stop. His face is the very definition of priorities.
He knows he's about to die, but he's too close to stop now. So he keeps banging as fast as he can to wrap it up. If he's going down, he's going down in glory.
Elea stops in her tracks, visibly enraged by the rhythmic fap fap fap sounds echoing from the pair.
"Oh, come on! At least pretend to fear me, you shameless rascal!"
She slams the fireball from the higher ground, from a distance of no more than five meters. And…
BLARRR!!!
The explosion lights up the area, and when the smoke clears, the chimera couple is roasted to perfection. But oddly enough, even in death, they remain locked in their final embrace, united by love… or maybe sheer stubbornness.
Behind them, the ocean waves crash against the cliff, creating a strangely poetic, albeit absurdly dramatic, backdrop for their tragic end.
And our skinny peace-loving hero? He can only watch the death of the two lovers with watery eyes, like he's watching the tragic end of the old Titanic ship.
Back in the research complex…
Our one-and-a-half-horned Orc, Oogorim, finally regains consciousness. His first thought isn't about survival, gratitude, or even where he is. No, the first thing on his mind is his now-missing horn.
He gently touches the stump where his right horn used to be and freezes.
"No… no… My horn... MY PRIDE!"
The realization that his horn, his symbol of masculinity and power, is gone sends him into a silent rage. But then another thought slams into his brain like a freight train.
"Irvine Donovan!" He growls, his voice like distant thunder. "That skinny bastard did this to me?"
Fueled by a cocktail of rage and wounded pride, he tries to get up, but two steps later, he collapses face-first onto the floor. His vision spins, his legs wobble, and for a moment, the world around him feels like a broken VR game.
Yet, in his sheer Orc stubbornness, he refuses to give up. "I'll… I'll find him," he whispers, dragging himself toward the sofa like a wounded soldier.
By sheer luck, or maybe the grace of some higher power that enjoys mocking him, he notices a bowl of protein-packed mush on the table. Rebecca and Litzy had apparently left it behind.
"Fine…" he grumbles, reluctantly picking it up. "But once I finish this shitty porridge, I swear, I'll turn you into a fucking pretzel."
After devouring the mush like it's a championship eating contest, Oogorim stumbles through the complex in search of his nemesis. But forget about Irvine, he can't even find anyone there.
"Did they leave?!" he mutters, looking irritated. "Are you fucking kidding me? They left the mighty Orc warrior behind? Like they can do anything without me?!"
Little does he know, Aezel and Barry are patrolling outside. On the other hand, Jack is slacking off in the lookout tower. Rebecca and Litzy? Oh, Rebecca and Litzy are busy.
And speaking of those two nurses, you're probably wondering where they are. Trust me, you already know. Yes, that's right! They're doing exactly what you're thinking.
Oogorim, however, hasn't figured this out yet. But later, he stumbles into the monitoring room, spots a monitor displaying a library, and sees the nurses doing, well, things not covered in the medical training manual.
His face lights up watching the lewd scene. "Hohooo! Look what we have here!"
Immediately forgetting about Irvine, he heads straight for the library, visions of seduction and glory filling his Orc brain. He bursts through the doors, jacket already half-off, ready to make his move.
But instead of sultry nurses with their moaning pleasure, he's greeted by hysterical screams echoing from two deep holes in the floor.
"Somebody! Help!!!"