Squad Commander

Elloise stood hidden in the shadows, watching the scene unfold. Her eyes widened in disbelief as she took in Nyx's terrifying skill.

"This isn't a battle anymore," she muttered to herself, her voice almost shaking. "This is... a massacre."

The tide of battle had shifted so drastically that it was no longer a contest—it was a slaughter. The controlled Orcs that Nyx had led into battle were falling one by one, their strength no match for the numbers of the remaining Woodland Orcs.

But Elloise quickly reassured herself.

"No one told us about the betrayal of the Royal Knights," she grumbled, a touch of frustration creeping into her voice. She wiped the nervous sweat from her brow, trying to regain composure." Nor did they tell us about this Variable"

She forced herself to take a steadying breath.

"Our target isn't that monster. It's the Viscount himself," she reminded herself.

The Orcs that had been under Nyx's control were already dwindling, and now only four of them remained, guarding the remaining survivors.

Elloise's grin returned, though it was tainted with a bitter edge. "Those Orcs won't last much longer. Not against the sheer numbers of the other Woodland Orcs."

She took one last glance at the battle, watching as Nyx cleaved through enemies like a shadow of death. "They won't last... but neither will the Viscount," she said under her breath, her smile widening ever so slightly.

She had expected some resistance, a fight to the end. But Nyx was dismantling the Woodland Orcs as if they were nothing more than practice dummies, his sword cutting through their armor and flesh with terrifying ease.

This can't go on, Elloise thought, a thread of unease knitting through her mind. This wasn't how it was supposed to happen. It's slipping out of control.

Standing at the edge of the field, watching Nyx with an almost clinical detachment, she knew that the battle's outcome had already been sealed.

But there was no turning back now. There was no room for failure in their mission.

Nyx's expression remained unchanged as he continued to cut through the Woodland Orcs, his body moving like a shadow in the midst of the carnage. The ground beneath him was slick with blood, and his sword never faltered, never hesitated. He was a machine, methodical and relentless.

A shame really, they held on longer than I thought, Nyx mused to himself, as he looked at the Royal Guards and the Orcs he had Controlled.

There was only two left

But even as he struck down yet another Woodland Orc, his mind was already shifting, assessing the situation.

This isn't over yet, Nyx thought. The battle raged on, but his senses were already sharpening, his thoughts moving ahead of the present conflict. Something felt off.

Without warning, Nyx's voice rang out, cool and detached, as it always was.

"Fear's Descent."

The words fell from his lips like an icy command, and in an instant, the very air around them seemed to shift. The battle sounds—roars, clashes of steel, the grunts of the Orcs—were suddenly muffled, as though the atmosphere itself had thickened. A heavy weight pressed down on everyone, the air growing dense and oppressive. It was as if the very earth itself was holding its breath, and in that pause, a silence fell over the battlefield.

"What's going on?" One of the guards gasped, his voice strangled, panic creeping into his throat. But before he could finish his sentence, a deep, guttural growl tore through the tense silence.

The noise came from the edge of the dense forest, and it was like nothing any of them had heard before. It was low and menacing, vibrating through the air like a threat waiting to be unleashed.

Nyx turned his gaze toward the source of the growl, his expression impassive as ever. His eyes narrowed, watching the movement in the trees. Interesting, he thought

From the forest's edge, a massive figure emerged, breaking through the undergrowth. It was a Woodland Orc, but this one was different. It was larger, its green skin marked with scars and battle-worn patches. Unlike the others, this one wore armor—thick, jagged plates that covered its chest and shoulders, and spiked bracers on its arms. It was a beast of war, a creature meant for war. It's eyes burned with a fierce intelligence that the others lacked.

The Giant Orc was unaffected by Nyx's Skill 'Fear's Descent'

The giant Orc bellowed again, its roar carrying across the battlefield. The ground beneath its feet trembled, and the remaining Woodland Orcs around the camp seemed to take notice, their postures stiffening, their focus shifting toward this new leader.

The Orcs that were not defeated suddenly rose becoming stronger as if strengthened by some buff with mindless and blank eyes, ready to fight again

Elloise watched from her position, her heart racing. This was not part of the plan. This Orc was no mere warrior—it was a commander, a leader. How had she not anticipated this? She had expected the Orcs to be a mindless horde, easy to manipulate, but this... this was something else entirely.

She swallowed hard, trying to steady her breath, but the sight of the colossal creature only added to her growing anxiety. No... this was bad.

'No wonder there was so much Orcs group together' She thought