"Father, father, are you okay?"
When Bookworm overcame the initial shock he experienced and became able to assess the situation, he saw the reaction his father's body gave. Alyon was a great warrior; if the Orc Steppes were saved and the Orc Empire could reach its current power, everything was thanks to the seeds he sowed on the barren lands. The delirium experienced by someone who meant so much to his race upon seeing his compatriots destroyed to the point where it couldn't be understood who they were, wasn't something that could be easily understood.
"I am not, I am not okay at all!"
Dark energy was overflowing from his body and becoming visible. This wasn't a good omen; if he caught a fit of rage once, restraining Alyon wouldn't be easy. Whatever was to be done, whatever was to be said, now was the exact time; Bookworm didn't want to lose his last chance.
"Father, we couldn't have guessed we would see such a thing while coming here either. Be patient, just be patient a little more and hide your anger inside you. Whoever is responsible for this job will give account; no matter which hole they enter on the World of the Six Civilizations, we will extract them from there and take their lives!"
Burning and destroying would be of no use other than throwing a glass of water on the flames of anger burning inside him. It didn't serve their purposes other than the momentary relief it could give, and Bookworm showed that the path of revenge awaited them for ultimate satisfaction.
Alyon, unable to take his eyes off the metal plates nailed to the bodies of his compatriots, began to take deep breaths. Even though his energy still possessed the same sharpness, its expansion had stopped; as seconds passed, it was returning to where it belonged.
"Here, this mountain, the mountain ranges will be completely destroyed. Whoever conducted experiments on orcs, helped, even crossed their minds, will die. It doesn't matter which nation, which continent they belong to; if necessary, we will show up at their doors with billions of orcs and take their heads!"
Alyon, managing to direct his anger, turned his back to the pool where red waters undulated and began to examine the rest of this floor of the facility. Even though nothing important was seen other than the pipeline coming from underground and extending to the pool windingly, the Nameless Ten separated into teams of two and began investigating.
The orcs lifting the tarpaulins of the heaps where wooden crates, the size of which ensured a human hiding behind wasn't seen, were stacked on top of each other, opened them one by one and looked inside, but they found nothing but powders each possessing a different color.
Bookworm, while observing without leaving his father's side, realized where they were; they were in the area where wastes were destroyed and materials were stored. They hadn't made the entry to the facility in a real sense yet, this was the storage part.
Still, he was carefully examining not to miss anything, until a sound coming from a corner that hadn't caught their attention before. When the rocks on the right side of the far wall moved and opened to both sides, the speech sounds belonging to two humans began to echo in the wide space.
The Nameless Ten hid, leaving whatever they were doing, and the two orcs belonging to the Dynasty Family watched them too. Even though they were physically larger than humans, thanks to the way the materials in the environment were stocked, it wasn't very difficult for them to achieve this; judging by the approaching footsteps, their guests weren't aware of their presence either.
"The chief finally lost his mind! What did I tell you, didn't I tell you he would last a year at most?"
Following the thud sound indicating the rocks closed, the shorter of the two humans began to shout without restraining himself. He looked overly excited and proud due to his guess being right, but the one who could barely manage to fit into the white coat wasn't as enthusiastic as him.
"We get it, you knew, but what benefit is that to us? This one will go, a worse one will come in his place. We will start everything over again and the result will be the same, failure!"
"Let this moron go and let whoever comes in his place come! He demands the count of the same things twice a day, we can't do our job because of him!"
"You are truly problematic, you know that right? What is the name of your job, if he says count, you will come here, lie down in a corner for two hours, and return! Isn't material transfer your job anyway, just deduct what you take inside from the stock, that's enough!
Don't approach the pool, some of the logs have started to stink. I found a nice place over there, let's sleep a bit; when we return, we'll act as if we are very tired and finish today's shift!"
The two men in white coats walked straight for another twenty paces and then entered the gap remaining between two heaps of wooden crates. The truly overweight one had chosen a beautiful place to take a nap, but unfortunately, today there were some who came before them and grabbed their spot.
Numbers eight and three of the Nameless Ten, the moment they stepped inside, had delivered them the sweet dream they fantasized about while they were still on their feet by striking a single blow to the nape of their necks. Ten minutes passed after all the orc warriors scattered around gathered at that point, and the two immobilized men in white coats opened their eyes along with the smoke leaking from a bottle pressed to their noses.
First, they coughed for thirty seconds, thrashed about, tried to escape, but the two claws gripping them from their napes managed to pin them down. Alyon was already on edge, and now he had two people in his hand whom he knew were facility employees. His Lineage Power, Warrior's Wrath, was descending upon the men in white coats like a nightmare.
"I will ask you once, and you will answer without hesitation, understood?"
The mouths of the two men weren't gagged, even their hands and feet were free, but they couldn't budge even a millimeter from where Alyon tossed them. When they bowed their heads with difficulty, Alyon, understanding they would cooperate, allowed them to speak by weakening his Lineage Power a little.
"Who are you? How were you able to escape from the Second Floor?"
The short one was as excited as the first moment they entered the same area, but the other was busy examining the twelve orcs waiting over them. Unlike his friend who started speaking the moment he could manage, it was obvious he was primarily trying to understand the changing situation around him.
"Who told you that you could ask questions?"
Alyon grabbed the hand of the man in the white coat remaining in the air and, in a single move, rendered it unusable again. While the sound of bones breaking was heard consecutively, the man's screams wanted to accompany this, but Warrior's Wrath didn't permit it.
"Now you will explain whatever you know regarding this facility. If I sense a single lie of yours, your end will be worse than the orcs you call logs!"
Alyon had understood why there were metal plates nailed on the bodies of the orcs used in the experiments; they were logs consisting of merely a number. They were transported via waterway from the place they were cut and waited in a pool until they met the waters of the sea surrounding the northern part of the World of the Six Civilizations. Neither their names, nor their ages, nor their other features were written on the metal plates; they were merely a number within the massacred orc crowd.
When the angry orc chief lightened the pressure to get an answer to his question, his goal was to find a torch that would illuminate the dark path going to his revenge, but what he encountered would be an old acquaintance he hadn't come across for a long time.
"Is the experiment material threatening me? Do you know how many of them like you I throw in the trash in a day? I don't know how you came here, but you are living the last day of your life; within hours your carcass will take its place next to the others!"
When the short man stopped shouting, it was as if everything in the environment had frozen. Even their breathing wasn't heard; actually, judging by his mouth remaining open, it was obvious he didn't prefer to stay silent, he just couldn't do it.
He couldn't manage neither to speak nor to make any sound; just as he couldn't when his right arm was severed, his legs were crushed, and starting from his head, his whole body collapsed inwards like a plastic bottle. Alyon hadn't even laid a hand on him, but his white coat was floating on the puddle of blood he turned into.
"Are you starting to explain, or should I send you next to your friend too?"