a gorgeous white by Heather_anare

313: A friends appearance

The Orcan Lord smelled the scorn in her voice. Nevertheless, he could not help but find it amusing. "I believe it has been years, love."

With a smirk, he added. "How\'s your brother?"

Malyana felt something inside her snap at the mention of her dear sibling. A raging fire burned inside her, scorching her insides, but she was already familiar with the pain. All she wanted now was revenge. Crimson eyes turned fierce. She stepped forward to gouge out the bastard\'s eyes and tear off his head from his shoulders.

However, before she could do her desires, a loud rumble tore through the air. It sounded like a beast\'s cry. And the air shifted.

With a crash, a humungous creature fell from the ceiling. The steps were reduced into rubble, and the dust settled. Malyana, who was covering her face with her arms, lifted her eyes.

Harow, with all his frightful appearance and strength, stood before her in a protective stance. The eyeless creature faced the Orcan master with a gaping mouth large enough to swallow the orc whole. He curled his claws and banged the ground creating violent tremors. The earth shook, and bits of crystals fell from the ceiling, showering the people beneath. It was an act to intimidate; Malyana knew Harow well to realize it.

"Ah, there he is." The Orcan Master scoffed.

Furious, Harow released a deafening roar. It was loud enough to send ears endlessly bleeding. It made the orcs step back in fear, overwhelmed by the power of the massive creature.

The Orcan Lord sensed it. The fear. The smile on his face broke into a frown. Anger boiled inside him, disappointed by the cowardice of his people. Those Spineless, ungrateful fools!

"Harow..." Malyana spoke, staring at the back of the giant.

Jagra staggered faintly. The mist had been forced away by Harow\'s roar. Now, the situation was both favorable and unfavorable to Jagra and the men. Feeling his strength return, Jagra swept his eyes to the orcs surrounding him and his comrades.

Unfortunately, past the wall of orcs before them, the human servants and slaves have also regained consciousness. Confusion filled their faces before crying out in fear at the sight of the transformed orcs and the giant at the end of the dais\'s steps. They caught the attention of the remaining orcs, whose eyes screamed of hunger. Screams and cries started to fill the halls as orcs began to pounce on them.

Anxiously, Jagra turned to Hadrian. "My Lord..."

Hadrian nodded to him. "Get them out."

With their Lord\'s permission, Jagra and the others tore through the sea of orcs, releasing their suppressed mana and painting the floor with the blood of beasts. The orcs were fierce opponents, stronger and faster, even more, when fed with anger and hunger for flesh.

Hadrian glanced at the onslaught and pulled out the sword embedded on the floor. A heavy aura surrounded him as he walked, wearing a fierce expression. Crackles of electricity enveloped his sword. The power emanating from his weapon is violent, itching to be released.

The Orcan Lord sensed it. He tore his gaze away from the Giant and Malyana before locking his eyes on the man, slowly making his way towards the dais. Hadrian met his gaze, and for the first time, Malyana saw the bastard orc falter.

Malyana turned her head, eyeing the man effortlessly, cutting through the wave of orcs as if sweeping the floors of pests. His stride is calm like a cool rain in the middle of a scorching day. However, it seemed like a storm was brewing within the terrifying look in his golden eyes. Raw power ran rampant within his gaze. Fear sprouted inside Malyana\'s heart.