The rumbling grew louder, shaking the ground like an earthquake. Ethan bolted upright, his heart racing. The invisibility circle had faded, leaving them exposed.
Orcs burst from the treeline—big, green brutes armed with clubs, axes, and spears. Their grunts filled the air, yellowed tusks gleaming in the pre-dawn light. Forty, maybe fifty of them surrounded the camp in a tight ring.
"Shit," Ethan muttered, his mind flashing to the grimoire spells. He could make use of the destructive spells he received from Cassie's GRIMOIRE section.
However, last time he had dealt with smaller numbers. Faced with fifty Orcs, his MP would run out rapidly, leaving him exposed.
The lead Orc stepped forward—a hulking figure with scars crisscrossing his chest. He adjusted the rusted helmet perched on his bald head.
