Chapter 141: Orc Warlord
The clash raged, but no matter how many orcs fell, more kept pouring from crude huts and dens. Their snarls grew louder, their eyes bloodshot with frenzy. For every one torn down by wolves, three more pushed forward, hacking with rusted blades and clubs.
Ethan's brow furrowed. This isn't going anywhere…
Then, the thought struck him. A spark.
He stilled himself, shutting out the screams, the clashing steel, even the smell of blood. For one heartbeat, he reached deeper. He could feel it—threads of fire, water, wind, and earth swirling all around him, eager to obey. His hands came together, and he pulled.
Heat gathered in his palm. A sphere of flame began to form, at first flickering, unstable. He pressed harder, forcing more and more of the fire element into it. It followed his will as naturally has it seemed, like it was meant for Ethan to control them. Sweat beaded his brow, his breath slowing as he focused everything.
