"The orc who inherited Mora's consciousness and blood!"
The old man cut his walk short a few steps away, but due to the thin layer of fog swirling around him, it was impossible to read the features of his face.
"There is no one left who doesn't know this!"
What she heard didn't seem to please Nafız very much; after pulling a deep breath into her lungs, she released it all at once and harshly.
"As for the answer to your question, I will decide what to do with you after our conversation tonight, but first, you must tell me what you are looking for here."
"Hey grave escapee, do you plan on introducing yourself first?"
"This does not concern you at all; when your life is the subject matter, you better watch what comes out of your mouth!"
When the hunched old man stopped moving his wrinkled lips, the ground they were stepping on began to shake; Nafız noticed that multiple formations were taking shape in the area under her feet to impale her.
"People get a white-bearded grandfather; I got a Grim Reaper whose ass hairs have turned into shredded wheat. damn such luck!"
Even when her life was on the table, Nafız maintained her attitude; she waited for a short while and saw the sharp tips that had come right under her feet slowly withdrawing.
"I like brave people, not those who confuse courage with stupidity!"
"Cut the crap, old man; if you were going to kill me, you would have done it from the start. I haven't forgotten how you drowned the children in their own blood that day. Now tell me, what do you want to learn?"
"You are sure Mora isn't speaking, right? Anyway, let's start with your purpose for being here; having conquered the Orc Steppes and the Wild Swamp and united the two races, what wind blew you to the Hell Realm, Nafız!"
The red-haired young girl's eyebrows approached each other; this time, not her race, but her exact identity was being exposed.
"I can only say this; I came to close an account opened a very long time ago!"
"Oooo, so you are an avenger? So you have nothing to do with the Orcs' plans to reconquer the world?"
Nafız's right hand slowly began to clench, her left eye twitched, and her single eyebrow began to rise slightly above the other.
"Uncle, I don't know what you drank, but don't drink it; obviously, it's not good for you! Who would want your broken-ass lands?"
"I guess you don't know how Orcs managed to roam the whole world as they pleased; let me tell you. The high wall separating the Wild Swamp from the rest of the world was covered with countless magic circles, and thanks to Druids, they could step onto the lands above whenever they wanted. Isn't it a much shorter way compared to the length and insecurity of the sea route?
Guess which nation the lands they stepped on back then belong to now?"
Time seemed not to flow; the old man was speaking so slowly that Nafız felt as if they had been continuing this short conversation for a full day.
"Yes, we will invade the Hell Realm, and we started this job by infiltrating the weakest sect as a member of the weakest clan again. We are so stupid that while all clans and fiefdoms of the sect betray it, we went and pushed from the only place remaining loyal.
I don't care about the Hell Realm or this sect about to collapse; after killing the person I want to kill, I will leave just as I came!"
"What if I say I won't allow this!"
At that moment, an energy with a blood-red color began to spread from under Nafız's feet; the daggers slowly emerging from her wristbands were accompanying the forming red fog.
"Come join us; as the royal family, let us present the continent to you orcs and rule the world together!"
Upon Nafız's attitude, the old man spoke by opening his two arms to the side.
"One of us won't see the morning of this night!"
Nafız lunged forward like lightning; a breath later, the dagger coming out of her right hand plunged into the old man's body to split him in two.
"What a magnificent reaction; you have more than Mora. My eye will be on you!"
Nafız stared at the dispersing gray smoke; the old man, whom she could swear was here a few breaths ago, had vanished. The Blood God waited for a while without lowering her guard, but there was no one coming or going; the Holy Blood Sect was like a creature sleeping in silence in the darkness of the night.
"Let's see what other oddities will befall us!"
Muttering to herself, Nafız started walking, arrived at the Garbage House, and closed her eyes when she sat in her now classic spot, but there were many people in another part of the sect who hadn't fallen asleep yet. Some of these had gathered inside a mansion allocated to talented students and were discussing heatedly.
"Hey Virgen, were you able to recreate your brother's arm? Or I can ask the artisans in my clan to make him a wooden arm!"
When one of the six people lined up on two sides of the long table spoke with legs crossed, the young man opposite him jumped to his feet furiously.
"Let's see what your artisans can do when I tear off all your limbs!"
While the Black Lily Clan Representative Virgen grabbed the table with both hands, leaned forward, and roared with ambition, the girl scratching her hair that wasn't even a finger long was quite comfortable.
"One can't do anyone a favor in these times; do whatever you want!"
The young girl with the shape of a valley full of blood on her chest was not stepping back; the answer she gave with a cheeky tone would tense the environment a bit more.
"Valle, would you stop adding fuel to the fire?"
The speaker was the youth carrying a cluster of stars on his chest; he was looking at Valle with his silvery-white eyebrows frowned.
"Norte, since when did you become our leader? I wish you had let me know too!"
"I am not playing leader to anyone, Sol; I am just trying to ensure we stay calm until the person we expect arrives!"
Sol, whose face was covered with yellow freckles, turned his gaze away with an angry demeanor; it was very clear he didn't like the youth named Norte.
"How much longer are we going to wait; it's almost midnight!"
"Corriente, at least you don't do it; these tactless ones are already making enough noise!"
The youth covering almost half of the area on his side with his broad shoulders and imposing body called out to the thin and elegant-looking girl sitting right to his right.
"As if we were very keen on your pig voice, Cumbre!"
The person carrying a mountain symbol with a blood-covered peak turned back to her front after casting a glance at the young man scolding her; she seemed not to want to talk to him.
"What was that now; who are you to turn your back on me?"
"It hasn't been long since I pasted your face to the floor of the Blood Arena, Sol, but I see you have turned into a fool who forgets even what he ate yesterday!"
"I will show you now!"
While the freckles of the youth carrying the sun symbol turned from yellow to red, one foot touched the table; chaos was about to ensue.
"Gentlemen, come to your senses. I request you sit in your places!"
The words of the girl, whose long hair extended to her shoulders in a form resembling the river symbol on her chest, spilled from her lips like a poem. She made first the majestic young man, then the other whose eyes shone with anger, sit in their places.
"I wish you could show this ambition of yours while two rookies who entered the sect yesterday were humiliating you in front of everyone!"
When the voice advancing by hitting the stone walls surrounding the room reached their ears, the sitting postures of the clan representatives lined around the table changed. It was so obvious that they were startled due to its timbre resembling a snake's hiss that they became rigid as if they had swallowed a stick.
"Third Elder!"
"Third Elder!"
"Third Elder!"
"Third Elder!"
"Third Elder!"
"Third Elder!"
When they sprang to their feet, they shouted the title of the incoming person in unison; the person emerging from the shadows was none other than Atractivo's left hand.