Thunder cracked across the heavens, sharp and violent. Dark clouds swallowed the morning light, and rain began to pour in heavy sheets. The once-calm shoreline turned wild as strong winds whipped across the sea, stirring the waters into furious, swirling currents.
Fishermen who were out early started heading back, sensing something was wrong.
Fisherman 1: "Hey! Tell the others to leave the sea now! The water's too strong!"
Fisherman 2: "Why are you scared? It's just rain. Normal day. I'm used to this."
Fisherman 1: "It's up to you. I'm going home so I can sell these fish and have breakfast with my family."
He dug his paddle into the water, pushing himself back toward shore as fast as he could.
But Fisherman 2 stayed behind.
For a moment, everything seemed fine—just rough waves and strong wind. But then he noticed something… far out in the distance. A dark shape moving against the storm.
He felt it before he understood it—a pressure in the air, the kind that makes your heart pound without reason.
Fisherman 2: "What is that? Maybe a bird?"
He lifted his old binoculars.
The moment he saw it clearly, his entire body froze. His heartbeat doubled. The paddle slipped from his hand.
Then fear hit him so deep he started crying.
Fisherman 2 (whispering): "This… this is not from this world…"
He gasped for air.
Fisherman 2: "I need to leave… I NEED TO LEAVE!"
He grabbed his paddle and began rowing with everything he had, arms shaking, breath broken.
Meanwhile, at Morel's House
Inside a small, cozy home near the shore, the morning felt normal—warm, simple, and peaceful.
The mother was in the kitchen, cooking rice over the stove. The smell of fried eggs filled the air as she prepared a pot of hot coffee for herself and her daughter, Rosemae.
Mother: "Rosemae! Come down, your breakfast is ready! You might be late for school!"
Rosemae (from upstairs): "Okay Ma, I'm coming!"
At the dining table, the father turned on the television, letting the morning news play as he sipped his coffee.
The screen flickered, and the news anchor appeared with urgency in her voice.
TV News – Flash Report:
"A strange green light has been spotted above the Lalaan Sea Shore. Sudden storms have formed in the area. Military units are now approaching and advising residents to evacuate immediately."
The father scoffed and shook his head.
Father: "News nowadays… not reliable. Strange lights? Maybe a new movie promotion. Probably fake."
The mother paused, her heart tightening. A thought flashed in her mind, sharp and worrying.
"Wait… Lalaan Sea Shore… Morel will be passing there right now…"
Her hands trembled slightly.
Mother (shouting): "ROSEMAE! Call your brother!"
Rosemae rushed to the table and grabbed her phone.
Rosemae: "Ma, I'm calling him now… but his phone just keeps ringing."
The mother hurried toward her daughter, panic rising in her voice.
Mother: "Chat him! Send him a message! We don't know if the news is fake. I feel something very dangerous. I just… I hope your brother is okay."
She clasped her hands together, staring at the screen, silently praying.
Outside, thunder cracked again.
Far out at sea, Morel was still asleep on the bus, unaware of the danger waiting ahead.
The Orc Invasion
Far out in the stormy waters of Lalaan Sea Shore, something unimaginable was happening.
High Orcs charged through the churning waves, their enormous bodies supported by High-Rank Mages who conjured magical currents to help them run across the sea. Lightning reflected off their towering armor as they advanced relentlessly.
At their center, the Orc King roared with laughter, his voice booming over the storm.
Orc King: "This world will be ours! No one can stop us!"
Narrator: Orcs are a race born to dominate. Merciless and nearly unstoppable, they tower at 8 meters tall, clad in armor that even bullets cannot pierce. Their fighting style is unlike anything humans have faced—today might be the end of the human race.
The Orcs pressed forward, crushing waves beneath their massive feet, unstoppable.
Military Headquarters – Urgent Communications
Captain Mart: "General Foxy! Unidentified humanoids are moving toward the town. What are your orders, sir?"
General Foxy: "Report their weapons. How are they running through water?"
Captain Mart: "Sir… they just carry axes and melee weapons. They'll kill everyone if we don't stop them!"
General Foxy: "Evacuate all civilians. Eliminate them—all of them. This is war."
Captain Mart to his battalion: "Evacuate civilians immediately. Today, we may die—but we die as heroes of our motherland. We defend, we fight, and we destroy anyone who threatens our country!"
Battalion (in unison): "Sir! Yes, Sir!"
Meanwhile, on the Bus
Passengers were frantic, scrolling and livestreaming updates on social media. The news spread fast: aliens from another world were attacking humans.
Passenger 1: "We're all gonna die! Driver, please move faster!"
The driver struggled to navigate through heavy traffic, rain, and panicked cars.
Driver: "We need to get off the bus now! These monsters are coming!"
But in the chaos, Morel was still asleep, oblivious to the approaching doom.
The green light from the portal flickered violently above the sea, thunder cracked, and the storm raged harder.
The Orcs marched onward, unstoppable, and humanity's fate hung in the balance.
End of Chapter 2