The afternoon sun hung low over a small village on the outskirts of the ruined cities. Smoke drifted from burned barns and collapsed homes, the scent of ash and iron thick in the air. Villagers ran in panic, clutching children and whatever belongings they could carry.
From the dense forest bordering the village, dark shapes moved with unnerving coordination. Orcs. Their jagged teeth glinted, armored bodies moving with deliberate purpose. Behind them padded war wolves, noses twitching, ready to strike at the slightest hint of fear.
Two siblings moved together through the chaos. The older brother positioned himself protectively in front of the younger sister, fists clenched. Though still young, an aura hummed faintly around him—a flicker of potential yet untamed.
"They're coming! Get inside!" a villager shouted, dragging children toward the town square. But it was too late.
The orcs struck with precision. Nets flew, ropes snapped, and hidden traps triggered. Villagers were corralled like livestock. Screams tore through the village as one orc barked orders, signaling others to focus on families.
The younger sibling shrieked as an orc lunged, hands wrapping around her small frame. The brother reacted instantly, swinging his fists with everything he had. But the orcs anticipated him. Before he could push her to safety, a massive orc snatched the girl and slung her over its shoulder.
Rage ignited within him. Energy pulsed violently from his fists, light flaring as he transcended from Tier 1 to Tier 2 Awokened for the first time. War wolves scattered, orcs fell like leaves in a storm, yet he could not reach her in time.
In the aftermath, the orcs vanished into the forest with their prize, leaving behind chaos and devastation. The village lay broken, terrified survivors fleeing wherever they could.
Far away, in a nearby fortified settlement, reports reached the major Awokened guilds. Aditya Roy, along with other leaders, listened gravely. They had no idea who survived or perished—only that orcs were growing bolder, striking deeper into human lands. Among the details was mention of a new area of concentration, strange intelligence among the beasts, and coordinated raids unlike the random attacks of before.
The siblings had survived, but the older brother swore silently, fists clenched, "I will bring you back. No one will ever harm my family again."
And in the distance, the forests of India began to stir unnaturally. Something intelligent, something cunning, was forming—a future disaster zone filled with monsters capable of strategy and planning.
The world was changing, and this was only the beginning.
Chapter 6 – The Orcs' Hunt
The afternoon sun hung low over a small village on the outskirts of the ruined cities. Smoke drifted from burned barns and collapsed homes, the scent of ash and iron thick in the air. Villagers ran in panic, clutching children and whatever belongings they could carry.
From the dense forest bordering the village, dark shapes moved with unnerving coordination. Orcs. Their jagged teeth glinted, armored bodies moving with deliberate purpose. Behind them padded war wolves, noses twitching, ready to strike at the slightest hint of fear.
Two siblings moved together through the chaos. The older brother positioned himself protectively in front of the younger sister, fists clenched. Though still young, an aura hummed faintly around him—a flicker of potential yet untamed.
"They're coming! Get inside!" a villager shouted, dragging children toward the town square. But it was too late.
The orcs struck with precision. Nets flew, ropes snapped, and hidden traps triggered. Villagers were corralled like livestock. Screams tore through the village as one orc barked orders, signaling others to focus on families.
The younger sibling shrieked as an orc lunged, hands wrapping around her small frame. The brother reacted instantly, swinging his fists with everything he had. But the orcs anticipated him. Before he could push her to safety, a massive orc snatched the girl and slung her over its shoulder.
Rage ignited within him. Energy pulsed violently from his fists, light flaring as he transcended from Tier 1 to Tier 2 Awokened for the first time. War wolves scattered, orcs fell like leaves in a storm, yet he could not reach her in time.
In the aftermath, the orcs vanished into the forest with their prize, leaving behind chaos and devastation. The village lay broken, terrified survivors fleeing wherever they could.
Far away, in a nearby fortified settlement, reports reached the major Awokened guilds. Aditya Roy, along with other leaders, listened gravely. They had no idea who survived or perished—only that orcs were growing bolder, striking deeper into human lands. Among the details was mention of a new area of concentration, strange intelligence among the beasts, and coordinated raids unlike the random attacks of before.
The siblings had survived, but the older brother swore silently, fists clenched, "I will bring you back. No one will ever harm my family again."
And in the distance, the forests of India began to stir unnaturally. Something intelligent, something cunning, was forming—a future disaster zone filled with monsters capable of strategy and planning.
The world was changing, and this was only the beginning.