Blood Contract Is The Bind
On the battlefield, all had been disposed of—save for a few exceptional figures. Among them stood those who bore gifted weapons, cursed weapons that had elevated them to leadership among the Orcs.
The Female Orc chief was one such figure, her presence still formidable and unyielding, but she remained speechless like the second warrior.
Another survivor, a war chief from a different clan, also remained. It had been his turn to wage war against the demons, and thus, he had outlasted the slaughter. He was chief of his clan and was one of the three clans that ruled this land.
Their weapons, humming with latent power, emitted a faint, ethereal glow, as though they were shielding their bearers with their cursed energy.
The light was subtle, but its power was undeniable, serving as evidence to their survival. Yet, their thoughts were far from the glow of their weapons.