"What is it?"
"Orcs." Toras' voice was grim. "They are the most powerful force of the abyss. Brutal as they come, filled with the endless urge to ravage anything that comes in their path yet their thirst for blood remains insatiable. With each battle, they grow stronger and stronger—without any limit."
He pointed toward the battlefield. "Those orcs have conquered entire dominions, slaughtered dozens of nobles and laid waste to all that breathes in their wake. Does their might seem like any of the orcs you've met before?"
Asher narrowed his eyes.
"Not in the slightest."
Toras nodded. "The potency of their abyss force alone is already enough to put a knight at a disadvantage. Our physique is nothing compared to theirs, and their skin is as tough as studded leather armour reinforced with battle force. And yet, despite the odds, we survived."
Asher furrowed his brows. "Those men… they are Ashbourne soldiers?"
