Lin Seok stood frozen, his heart pounding in his chest, the image of the first group of Ranked Pillars—now nothing more than a mangled mess of blood and bone—still fresh in his mind.
His mind couldn't help but go spiral, consumed by the gravity of what had just happened.
He had lost comrades, people he fought beside for years, in mere seconds. And now, with only fourteen left, the burden weighed heavily on him.
The battlefield was eerily still for a moment, the orcs standing in the distance, as though savoring their recent victory.
Their laughter echoed through the streets, mocking the Pillars and sending chills down Lin Seok's spine.
They hadn't just defeated the Pillars; they had annihilated them with terrifying efficiency.
And then, he saw it—the orc, a hulking figure towering over the battlefield, with a child clutched in his enormous hand.