The orcs had only just finished dispatching off the kobolds, and in quite an overwhelming fashion, considering they were Peak Second Ascension ascendants, while the best of the kobolds had only reached mid to high Second Ascension.
Their expressions shifted when they heard loud howls approaching their location within the clearing of fallen trees and splintered logs, courtesy of the havoc their battle had wreaked on the biome.
Hearing the loud howls filled with rage, a red-haired female among them grumbled in frustration at having to deal with yet another problem.
They didn't need it spelled out for them that another wave of enemies was approaching.
In her hand, she clutched a long staff etched with runic inscriptions along its length. At the top sat a glass jade, also inscribed with small runes, with a small bead suspended within.
The others silently shared her sentiment, though none bothered to voice it aloud.
