But it was too late.
The last thing he saw was Leon's dagger flashing toward his throat.
Before he could even raise his axe, the blade cut through.
His world spun. His head was no longer attached to his body.
The head hit the ground with a heavy thud, eyes still wide with disbelief, before everything turned black.
The towering corpse stood for a heartbeat, then collapsed heavily onto the dirt.
The surviving orcs froze in shock, horror etched on their faces.
But what unsettled them even more was what came next—the corpse disintegrated into glowing pixels.
Something they had never seen before.
They had killed countless beasts in their lives, but none had ever vanished like this. This was new, terrifying, and incomprehensible.
And it had happened because of this strange creature—Leon.
They gulped heavily. Instinct screamed at them to run.
But they were orcs.
Orcs never ran. Pride was more important than survival. They would rather die than flee.
