The assault went better than he had hoped, which was somewhat bad in his situation. Unlike how all the rankers and forsakens were suppressed in this realm, non-animate objects like the scripts or the bombs were not. As a matter of fact, the script formation was even stronger in this region, augmented by the dark essence in the air.
He waited outside for a few moments, and finally, the veil of darkness broke open. Out came a tall red-skinned orc, dark power radiating from its being. More forsakens emerged, tearing apart the hole the orc created, as they all made their complaints about him known, screeching horrifyingly.
The dark essence hadn't simply empowered them, but had taken hold of the little sanity they had left.
"I was beginning to think which pest had the audacity to attack us," the red-skinned orc said. "I was hoping to give a final lesson to a pack, unfortunately, it's only
"Good evening to you too," he said, waving his hand as the leftover goblin bombs flew towards the red orc.
The sound of bombardment and explosion followed, as smoke and darkness shifted chaotically. The smoke hadn't even cleared when the red orc shot out, charging towards him, dark essence churning around his form. The other forsakens were right after him, though none could challenge his speed.
The Warden stood firm on the spot. He didn't bring out his weapon, only brandished his fist and smacked the tall orc when he came within range. He hadn't pulled his punch, as the red orc's form was flung dozens of metres away.
All the orcs and trolls faltered in their charge and watched the red orc flying over their heads. A silence descended among them for a moment, and then they burst forth again, letting their complaints be known, screaming at the top of their lungs.
He considered turning his back and began jogging, pulling the massive numbers of the forsaken with him. But there were just too many of them for the rankers to stand any chance. Perhaps they might be able to withstand using the prince's soul relic, but not without paying a price first.
Thus, the Warden decided to stand his ground, and bring down their numbers by at least half.
"Give it your best," the red-skinned orc said with contempt. "Because this is the last time you'll ever wield that blade of—"
He blocked the essence blade with [The Divider], and [Void Shroud] made its presence known, as he twisted his form to his right to connect a flipping kick to the side of the orc's head.
The red-skinned orc wasn't sent flying like the last time, but he lost his balance, falling to one knee. Dark essence shot from his body in a torrential force, almost flinging him up, but [Void Shroud] withstood it all.
"Void essence?" the red orc screeched, a spark of surprise appearing in his dark pupils. "Who are you?"
"Just a guy who's going to kill you," he muttered, concentrating on the void light and imbued it into [The Divider].
"Huh, just with this you think you can compete with me?" the red orc shouted, as the dark essence churned around his form to manifest dark armour, infused with his Intent. It wasn't quite like how Agnes wielded her dark essence; unlike her, this all looked second nature to the orc. The armour and blade morphed into his body, becoming a part of him.
"I won't kill you so easily now," said the Devil, his face hidden behind the dark helm. "First, I'm going to get all the answers about how you got hold of Void essence in this backwater wasteland, and then I'll extract all that void essence from your being. If you still withstand the process, I'll finally give you your final reprieve."
"You talk too much."
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