In the middle of the colossal tent, Chief Ayıboğan waited, clad in his armor, axe in hand, ready for battle. No matter how much he prepared himself, he couldn't stop this terrifying creature entering the door from frightening him.
"How could so many warriors outside be defeated so easily? Delibalta, kill the traitors immediately," Kaplanyürek said. Delibalta had no space left to retreat; the final scene was to be played out here. A new Chief of the warriors could always be found, but if he died, everything would be over.
Upon receiving the order, Delibalta drew the weapon on his back and attacked the traitor entering the door. The Chief of the warriors, who got his name from his ability to use his axe, was planning an extraordinary attack. Approaching this blood-covered creature with his weapon held above his head, he gave the impression that he would make a downward splitting motion. Delibalta, two breaths before entering his enemy's striking range, took a large step forward and transitioned into a horizontal cutting motion at waist level. No one had ever escaped his surprise attack before. Nafız felt like she was watching a slow-motion scene; this move, which could be used as a surprise attack against another opponent, only gave her that feeling. With her tremendous experience in reading her foe's movements and her extraordinary speed, Nafız was now a player in a different league.
Nafız evaded the axe by making her back parallel to the ground and, sliding past Delibalta, slit his stomach open from end to end with her dagger. As she finished her movement, she sprang onto her opponent's back with the agility of a cat, wrapping his waist with her legs. Leaning toward Delibalta's ear, whose neck she had also wrapped her arms around, she said, "Shhh! Now you're going to be a good boy and not move," pressing her index finger against his opponent's lips. The Chief of the warriors, whose eyes were bloodshot with anger at the humiliation of having someone on his back, had veins bulging in his temples that looked about to burst. When a piece of Delibalta's guts fell to the floor from his stomach as he attacked his opponent's head with his hands to escape the chokehold, the other warriors were not yet aware of what had happened.
"What did I just tell you? Since you can't understand what you hear, I suppose you don't need those ears!" Nafız, finishing her words, bit and tore off one of Delibalta's ears. As she spat the ear in her mouth onto the floor, Alyon entered the tent, accompanied by Delibalta's scream of agony.
Alyon addressed the warriors waiting tensely inside the tent, saying, "I will give you one last chance: leave the tent immediately or take your last breath here." Nafız looked at Alyon in astonishment, recognizing the owner of the voice, which had completely changed, but his eyes were fixed on one person inside the tent. When Delibalta's guts spilled onto the floor due to the wound opened by Nafız's sudden movement, the warrior orcs were able to make their decision. The orcs fled by punching holes in the side of the tent with their axes, turning the tent, once dazzling with its grandeur, into a ragged mess.
"Küçükdomuzcuk, you've changed quite a bit since we last met, but I see you still keep the pelt of that white bear I rescued you from," Alyon spoke, looking at Orc Chief Ayıboğan. Ayıboğan's color drained, his breath caught, and his hands began to tremble upon hearing these words.
"No, he died! Who are you? It can't be, you're not him, who told you these things?" Ayıboğan, speaking with a stammer, was like a leaf tossed by the autumn winds.
Alyon ordered the father and son, who had been kneeling inside the tent since the start of the events, "You two, go outside and wait for me in the supply section!" Domuzkuyruk knew his own strength and abilities very well. Realizing that the person standing before him was far from his equal, he carried out the order without objection.
"You can't go anywhere, I won't allow..." Kaplanyürek was shouting at the father and son leaving the tent, when his breath was cut off by a kick from Nafız. A second later, he found himself flying out of the tent, the wolf pelt on his back covering his face.
The crowd gathered outside rushed toward Kaplanyürek, who was writhing in pain on the ground, but stopped upon hearing a warning. "I will cut off the hands of anyone who touches him without my permission!" Nafız, looking at the crowd with murderous intent in her eyes, began kicking Kaplanyürek on the ground and dragging him from the tent down to the supply section.
When they reached the supply section, Kaplanyürek, who had rolled down the entire way, was covered in bruises and cuts. After commanding that Kaplanyürek, who was reduced to a pathetic mess, be tied to a pole, Nafız climbed onto a raised area.
"My name is Nafız, God of Blood! Orcs of the supply section, step forward! You will take turns slapping this despicable wretch tied to the pole. I personally guarantee that anyone who holds back will not see the sunrise!" Nafız, covered in blood from head to toe, looked like the embodiment of death as the moonlight fell upon her. The legend of Nafız, Spreading from tongue to tongue, destined to turn into a storm, began precisely on this night.
Meanwhile, Alyon and Ayıboğan, left alone inside the tent, continued to talk.
"Küçükdomuzcuk, was the reward for betraying me to rule over a handful of incompetent orcs in this small tribe?" Alyon continued to speak, looking contemptuously at the orc standing before him. "You were always a coward and will remain one until you die, but I didn't dislike that you secretly protected your child from your lineage. For the sake of giving your son the name I once spoke, I will give you a painless death. I hope that after all you've done, you don't ask me to show any more mercy."
"Alyon, my Lord, is that really you? Am I dreaming, how is this happening?" Ayıboğan, shocked by the unknown details of his past life being told to his face, asked curiously.
"I am Alyon, Küçükdomuzcuk, the person who made the biggest mistake of his life by entrusting his and his beloved's lives to you. This body you are curious about belongs to the person who received my legacy." Events were becoming clear for Ayıboğan, who had received his answer. The person he thought was dead had bound himself to a dungeon and had found him after all these years.
"I only had one wish from my inheritor: that he would take my revenge! As he took my legacy and absorbed my being, the anger I felt toward you and the man you called a great brother, traitor, remained. I have two more favors to do for my successor now: killing you and that traitor with my own hands. If there is a God, I guess this time he is on my side!"
After everything was revealed, the conversation ended. The two orcs looked into each other's eyes, seemingly traveling back to the old days.