At the entrance of the dungeon, the repulsive coldness of two people who disliked each other being forced to remain tête-à-tête in the same environment was practically freezing the bones.
Experiencing this kind of dungeon for the first time, Ainle was strangely much calmer than Nafız, who had passed the Subconscious Demons trial before.
"When Alis appeared, I had to deal with the 'what ifs' of my life as a human; here, I directly returned to the time when I was born as an orc!"
While trying to understand what happened leaning against the cold stone, the female orc, whose short hair had started to grow albeit slowly, was comparing today with her previous experience.
"Did I say my life as a human? How strange, do I not feel like a human anymore?"
Drifting inside thoughts as if left with only a life vest in a stormy sea, Nafız would almost solve the main purpose of the dungeon with the last idea crossing her mind.
"Enlightenment Chapter 1 completed!"
A metallic sound rang inside Nafız's brain; it was the same sound she heard while coming to this new world.
"I think you also heard the second warning I heard, mighty orc warrior; I am very happy for you!"
These words came from the other side of the cave where the young druid was; Ainle, meditating in a completely calm manner, had spoken.
The female orc didn't answer; she just looked at the young man with indistinct anger. At the base of this reaction lay the fact that something private belonging to her had been discovered by someone else.
Although she gave the impression of an extroverted person, in reality, Nafız tended to keep many things just to herself, especially her fears.
Falling into a visible situation by someone she didn't like now annoyed her; she was cursing Alyon, who still hadn't come out of the dungeon, inwardly.
While the tension increased moment by moment, the minutes seemed not to pass; unlike the young druid, the orc warrior Nafız had become increasingly irritable.
"Damn your work, man, you're slow as molasses!"
Seeing her friend at the exit of the tunnel he entered, Nafız actually wanted to say much harsher things, but she would be forced to change her mind when she saw Alyon's face at the last moment.
"I'm really not in the mood, don't push me!"
There was no need for the hulking orc to say anything with his bloodshot eyes decorating his face turned white as a sheet like a haunted house decoration; it was sensed at first glance that something was wrong with him.
"What happened? What did you see to end up like this?"
The answer she received made the female orc even more curious; why had her friend come out like this from the place he entered with a quite cheerful and lively mood?
"Let's get the fuck out of this place as soon as possible, Nafız!"
Alyon, walking angrily with his head down, had spoken like a growling wild animal; it was understood that the graying-haired orc warrior was in a foul mood.
"Anyway, the truth of this matter will come out soon!"
Not insisting on the matter to avoid tensing the troubled environment further, Nafız walked towards the entrance of the tunnel covered with a transparent veil following Alyon's outburst.
"I think we're getting out from here; I'm going first, I don't want to see this menacing ugly mug anymore!"
With the experience she gained from the previous dungeon, Nafız decided this newly formed passage was the exit; she wouldn't be wrong either. Two breaths later, she had appeared next to the swamp she jumped into.
The return journey would start with the arrival of the others as well; although Nafız threw a few more jabs in this process, Alyon hadn't opened his mouth once.
"This is starting to become a custom; whenever we enter a dungeon, they start a siege behind us!"
Seeing that the Main Support Headquarters they left to take Ainle to the dungeon was under enemy occupation, Nafız would enter a mood at least as depressive as the hulking orc next to her.
"Nafız, I think this thing in my hand won't be enough for what I want to do; is there anything suitable for me among Mora's weapons?"
Seeing Alyon getting angry unlike herself, although Nafız was caught off guard for a moment, she would be very surprised at the hulking orc asking her for a weapon directly.
"I wonder how long it has been since we saw our lord this fiery; you're on fire these days, lion piece!"
After what she heard, Nafız would take the edge off Alyon, who was giving cross looks as if his nerves were touched, with a weapon she took out of her inventory.
"Here you go, take this; it's not like that crappy hammer you used first, be careful!"
The puny female orc was holding the weapon she took out from her ring in her hand as if wanting to show how strong she was contrary to her appearance.
"What kind of thing is this?"
It should not be forgotten that Nafız's master Mora's father was one of the three mightiest blacksmiths in the whole world; the weapon that left even a peace-loving druid in astonishment had come directly from his hands.
First Ölümün Rüzgârı's axe, then Çekiçdöven's thick broad giant sword were starting to rise on the Orc Steppes, very far from the lands where they were made. Nafız's luck had also become the luck of the orc tribe Alyon established at the same time.
"Don't stare like an ox staring at a mechanical vehicle; if you don't want it, I can put it back!"
The moment the last word left her mouth, a huge hand would stick to the long body of the weapon; the fingers grasping the cold metal were no different from claws in these moments.
"You can be sure I'll do justice to this weapon; please leave the enemy commander to me this time!"
While the tiny team consisting of two orcs and a druid was discussing among themselves, the tension had hit the roof in the former main support headquarters of the Grey Hyenas.
"Sir, the soldiers are exhausted; if it goes on like this, all our heads will roll before the day ends!"
The wolf commander Jurij was quite joyless while listening to the report of Dimitar, who acted as his deputy; a week had already passed since the orc who dragged him into these affairs took off and left.
He had been forced to live the last four days of this period under the siege of the Grey Hyenas army supported by Hell Realm forces.
Even if his deputy didn't say it, he was already well aware of what was happening; actually, if it weren't for some mechanical defense weapons the female orc left, they would have kicked the bucket long ago.
"Dimitar, you know we all entered a path of no return together, right?"
The deputy commander didn't speak after the answer he received in response to the report he gave; there was a silent agreement between two people.
Unlike them, the commanders of the besieging side were quite cheerful and discussing the course of the war loudly.
"How much they exaggerated these orcs; they haven't dared to stick their heads out of the walls yet!"
"Ah, if I get my hands on those bastards, I will skin them alive!"
"First we will take care of them, then the traitor's nest called Holy Blood Sect. Very little time left, they won't see the sunset!"
Since it was impossible to advance with war tools in the dense forests of the wild swamp, the siege forces had deemed it appropriate to set up a tent as headquarters. In this place where heated conversations revolved, only one person was sitting in the corner of honor with his eyes closed.
"Alano, I heard you are on the verge of becoming a Soul Warrior; I hope this journey isn't interrupting your studies!"
The handsome young man with black lily patterns on his matte gray armor only opened his eyes when he was called out to. As if indicating he felt he had no relation to where he was, he would start speaking after exhaling deeply.
"Yes, if Lord Galeno hadn't sent me here for this small job, I would have broken the Soul Warrior barrier within this week!"
"Now, if you allow me, I will try to balance my energy to attack the bottleneck!"
Throwing his bangs falling on his face behind his ear, the young man had isolated himself from the environment by closing his coal-black eyes; although these attitudes of his didn't please the other commanders at all, they were forced to be polite to a promising member of the Black Lilies.
"Enemy Attack, enemy attack from the rear front!"
The sounds coming along with the alarms would explode like a bomb inside the tent where a generally good atmosphere blew in response to Alano's arrogant movements; or were their enemies, whose resistance they expected to break today, setting a trap for them?