The commoners of the mortal world did not know of the arguments and debates that happened inside the Pantheon Temple. The only thing on the minds of the two large armies fighting was victory. The Gods did not bother them.
The first to recover was the Orc Emperor, Junero Tiger. A flash of chilling light went through his eyes, and he raised his arms to let the guards beside him blow the giant signaling horn. This issued the command for a grand attack.
The bleak and heroic horn sound echoed in the cold air of winter. It woke the Orcs that were stunned.
What reason was there to hesitate? What was there to be stunned about? Even if the Gods and their oracles were not around anymore, the enemy side was just the same!
If this was so, then they still had the same huge advantage!
If this was so, what were they waiting for?! It was time to attack!
