The black rune was giving out an uninviting smell. Once one smelled it, one could at least skip the next meal. Those who had lower tolerance and ability to adapt would not be able to eat for the next few days.
After being hit by this thing, the original magic protection for the whole body, Oveila's body state enhanced to a ridiculous level and stiffened. Then, she let out a crazy roar.
The roar was heart wrenching, as though someone was sawing in half, alive. However, it was not sufficient to describe her pain because the pain didn't come from the body itself but from her spirit, from her soul.
The connection between her and her God was cut off forcibly.
Orc was a magical tribe, and regardless of gender and age in the tribe, they were all devoted believers, no exception. This even applied to a new born baby.
