Chapter 36: Another Warning

Once the sounds of battle had subsided, the aftermath of the fierce clash between the rebels and the allied forces began to unfold. The battlefield, strewn with fallen soldiers and broken weapons, had transformed into a haunting scene of devastation. It was now the duty of the victorious rebels to clean up the mess they had created.

John, took charge of organizing the cleanup efforts. He understood that even in war, dignity and respect should be bestowed upon fallen foes. With great care, John instructed his allies to bury the corpses of both enemy and ally, ensuring that each life lost was given a proper farewell.

John, stood amidst the chaos, overseeing his fellow soldiers as they cleared the fallen enemies. Despite the victory, John couldn't shake off a sense of unease that lingered deep within him.

As he glanced around, he noticed Hargorth, the Son of the Orc Enemy Leader, and Drakkar, the Son of the Orc Rebel Leader, engaged in a tense discussion near a dismantled orcish war machine. Curiosity piqued, John approached them cautiously.

"Hargorth, Drakkar," John greeted, earning a nod from both orcs. "A great victory today, but our work is not yet done."

Hargorth, scarred and battle-weary, sighed heavily. "Indeed, human, but the future of our race remains uncertain. We must decide what is to become of us."

Drakkar, his countenance filled with passion, added, "Our ancestors left this realm long ago, seeking a new home among the stars. Shouldn't we consider doing the same? Moving to another planet, one where we can flourish free from the clutches of prejudice and war?"

John mulled over their words, recognizing the validity in their proposed solution. He knew firsthand the devastation caused by hatred and divisions. His thoughts, however, were interrupted by a strange sensation, as though something or someone was trying to communicate with him directly.

Suddenly, a voice echoed within John's mind, whispering urgently, "Beware, John! New invaders approach the shores of Europe. They possess unspeakable power and seek to conquer all in their path."

John felt a surge of adrenaline course through his veins. His mind filled with images of destruction and chaos, atrocities committed by an unknown force. It became clear to him that a new invasion was imminent, one that would threaten not just his homeland but the whole of Europe.

Suddenly, a strange sensation washed over him, as if an unseen force had penetrated his mind. A voice, ethereal and otherworldly, whispered warnings of impending doom, of a new threat lurking on the horizon.

Startled, John staggered backward, trying to comprehend the origin of the voice. Before he could react or share his premonition with his companions, his body went limp and he collapsed to the ground.

As consciousness deserted him, John was thrust into a surreal realm, suspended between reality and the intangible. The limbo enveloped him, devoid of light or substance, except for the mysterious presence that had summoned him.

John stumbled back, his breath caught in his throat, unable to tear his eyes away from this otherworldly being.

The entity beckoned for John to come closer, its voice echoing with a mix of urgency and despair. Trembling, John tentatively stepped forward, his eyes locked with the enigmatic creature before him.

"John," the entity whispered, its voice filled with a strange blend of familiarity and foreignness. "Listen carefully. Europe is on the verge of an invasion."

John's eyes widened in disbelief. "An invasion? By whom? Why?"

The entity's form flickered, as if struggling to maintain its presence. "Your ancient enemy force seeks to overrun your homeworld. They have found a portal, a gateway through which they plan to enter and conquer."

John's mind raced, trying to make sense of the otherworldly being's words. "But why are you telling me this? Why not warn the authorities?"

"I am a being of the limbo, caught between realms," the entity explained, its voice growing weaker. "I can only convey messages to those who are open to receiving them. You must warn your people. They are unprepared."

Before John could respond, a blinding light engulfed the room, and he felt himself being pulled into the depths of the limbo. Panic gripped him, his body colliding against the intangible walls of this strange, in-between realm.

When John awoke, he found himself lying on the cold stone floor of a dark chamber. Confusion washed over him as he realized he had been unconscious for an entire month. What had happened? Had it all been a dream?

John slowly opened his eyes and found himself in an unfamiliar room. As his grogginess subsided, he realized he was in a hospital. Confusion filled his mind as he tried to piece together his memories. The last thing he remembered was engaging in intense discussions with the two Orcish leaders about the future of their kind on Earth.

Struggling to sit up, John's eyes fell upon a familiar figure sitting in the chair next to his bed. It was Vincent, his loyal friend and comrade. Relief flooded through him as he saw the worry etched on Vincent's face.

"Vincent," John croaked, his voice hoarse from disuse. "What... what happened?"

Vincent's eyes lit up with a mix of joy and concern. "John! You're awake! You've been unconscious for a whole month. We thought we lost you."

John's brows furrowed as he struggled to remember. "The Orcish leaders... We were discussing whether they should leave Earth or stay..."

Vincent nodded, his expression serious. "Yes, I remember. We were hoping to convince them to use the portal and find a new home. But something went wrong, John. Can you remember anything else?"

Pausing for a moment to gather his thoughts, John's memories came flooding back. "There's another invasion coming, Vincent. An ancient enemy is planning to invade Europe. The Orcs and humans must join forces to stop them."

Vincent's eyes widened in alarm. "Are you serious? Who is this ancient enemy, and why are they targeting Europe?"

John sighed, his weariness evident. "The old ancient enemy. They seek to claim every planet as their own. Now, they paid their attention to ours and now, Europe holds great magical power, and they believe that this will be their own and enslave its inhabitants".

Vincent stood up; his face steeled with determination. "We can't let that happen, John. We won't allow them to bring chaos and destruction. We must gather our forces and prepare for battle."

Nodding weakly, John reached out and grabbed Vincent's hand. "You're right, my friend. We have to unite the Orcs, humans, and any other allies we can find. We must fight for our homeland, for our loved ones, and for the future of Earth."

But as he tried to recall the encounter with the entity, the urgency and warning flooded back into his mind. He knew he had a responsibility, a duty to act, to prepare his homeland for this impending invasion.

He decided to get some rest and tomorrow he will tell his people and newly found allies the orcs to prepare themselves for another impending invasion. While Vincent notifies everyone about his recovery.

On the next day, John woke up with a sense of urgency. His sleep had been restless as he had been plagued by recurring dreams, visions of an unknown entity delivering a chilling message. As he sat up in bed, he couldn't shake the feeling that something monumental was about to happen.

Shaking off his lingering drowsiness, John sprung into action. He knew he had to share this message with those in power if there was any chance to prevent the impending invasion. Without wasting a moment, he hurriedly dressed and headed to the military headquarters.

Upon reaching the military's high-security base, John was granted entry and led to a conference room where military leaders, guild representatives, and presidents from all over the world sat in deep discussion. The atmosphere was tense, with everyone gathered, aware of the threats looming outside their doorstep.

Taking a deep breath, John stepped forward to address the room. The leaders turned their attention towards him, curiosity etched across their faces. John cleared his throat and began recounting the details of his mysterious dream, each word sending a shiver down his spine.

"I received a message from an unknown entity," John began, his voice trembling slightly. "They warned of an impending invasion targeting Europe. We must prepare ourselves for yet another war."

Gasps filled the room as the gravity of John's words settled among the leaders. The military generals exchanged worried glances, realizing the magnitude of the situation. The guild representatives started whispering among themselves, their faces reflecting concern. Even the presidents, accustomed to handling crises, couldn't help but feel a sense of unease.

Suddenly, amidst the tense atmosphere, the door swung open, and two unexpected visitors entered the room. The leaders' eyes widened as they recognized the imposing figures of two orc leaders, their battle scars and stoic expressions speaking volumes about their experiences in war.

The orcs, known for their fierce warrior skills, had been sparingly involved in diplomatic affairs until now. Their presence in this critical meeting indicated the seriousness of the situation. The room fell into a hushed silence as the orcs took their place alongside the other leaders.

John continued, "We must put our differences aside. The world needs to unite like never before if we are to overcome this imminent invasion. The orcs have experienced the ravages of war firsthand, and their presence here should serve as a reminder of what is at stake."

The military generals, guild representatives, and presidents exchanged determined glances, realizing the importance of stopping this invasion before it was too late. Despite their differences, they knew that the fate of Europe, and perhaps the world, rested in their hands.

Determined to heed the entity's warning, John turned to face Hargorth and Drakkar. "As I said earlier, we must put our differences aside for now. A greater danger looms ahead—another invasion that threatens to ravage Europe. We cannot allow history to repeat itself."

Burzum and Drakkar exchanged glances, momentarily forgetting their animosity towards each other. The gravity of John's words resonated with them both. They understood that their races' survival depended on collaboration, not hostility.

"We will join forces, human," Burzum declared resolutely. "For the sake of our races and all those who call this land home."

Drakkar nodded in agreement, his voice swelling with determination. "Together, we shall face this new threat head-on. Orc and human alike, united against a common foe."

In that moment, a glimmer of hope pierced through the darkness that had shrouded them for so long. The battle-hardened warriors, leaders from different nations, races and backgrounds, came together in an unexpected truce to confront the impending invasion.