The D- Rank Orc Warlord strode forward like a nightmare clad in bone.
Thud… thud…
Every step it took sent a chill through the spine of every student; every step it took was heavy enough to make dust fall from the cracked ceiling.
Its cursed axe scraped against the stone floor, igniting fiery sparks. Around it, constructs and undead poured like a tide.
Students screamed, but no one ran.
After everything that they've suffered to get here, for the first time, though bloodied, exhausted, and terrified, the sixteen-year-olds gritted their teeth, ate their fear and held their ground.
They were freshers of Nexus Academy, heirs to the shield of humanity.
They were the best talents of the human domain. Pride, desperation, and defiance fused into one as they screamed back at the horde.
This time though, they would have to do it alone because the students who naturally led the platoons during clashes like this were now focused on something else… the Orc Warlord.
