He fell dramatically, disabling all his abilities from helping him withstand the impact of the fall. He took off hundreds of metres away, and even for him, without his defences and abilities intact, it hurt like a bitch; it might even twist some muscles and break a few bones.
He used the corpse of the red-skinned orc as a cushion for the fall, though that hardly did anything. The impact of the fall created a huge hole in the ground with the red orc exploding like a watermelon on impact. Blood and gore smeared all over him, as the Warden fought to keep his essence from healing the wounds he had taken from the fall.
He was light-headed for a couple of seconds, even seeing lights in a totally dark environment. Hopefully, this was enough to make it believable in the eyes of the forsaken. The last thing he wanted was for them to be frightened of him after finding their leader in such a horrifying state.
"My Lord!" he heard one of the orcs ask, a sign of apprehension in his tone.
"Where?!"
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He didn't know how bad his situation was, but as some radiance essence worked on its own to heal all the damage... he found none of his bones were broken, only a little shaken up by such pure physical impact. But he did twist a few muscles, which made it difficult for him to stand straight.
Good, this will make my acting even more authentic, he said inwardly. He stood up slowly, the forsaken surrounding the hole for signs of their lord.
"Where's the Lord?! WHERE?"
"Kill the human, the lord will—"
He found the decapitated head of the red-skinned orc and tossed it to the orc with a kick. It smacked into the chest of the orc, who finally saw what hit him. A horrifying scream escaped his foul mouth, followed by more screams.
The trolls charged at him, thoroughly enraged at the state of their so-called lord.
"Ahahaha," he acted like a maniac, supported by his blade to stand upright. "Come on, I'll send you back to your pussy-ass lord."
The orcs were completely in disbelief at first, but the words that left his mouth enraged their minds.
He grinned coldly. This was exactly where he wanted to be.
The prince was only a few paces away, discussing matters with his two advisors.
"You haven't received my healing last night," Amiya continued, pushing closer, both of their shoulders touching. "Quickly, let me grab your hands, so I can purify all the foul essence from your channels."
Saying that, Amiya twisted her arm around her waist, pulling too close to be anything friendly.
"No need," Agnes denied her, jumping to her feet. "You should use your gift in healing His Imperial Highness instead."
"But Zeke doesn't need my healing," Amiya pouted her lips, standing up as well. "Right, Zeke?"
Zeke, short for Ezekiel, the twenty-fourth Imperial prince in the line of succession, turned up at the call. "What?"
"Captain Agnes is not letting me purify the dark presence from her essence," Amiya said. "What if something happens to her? So many of the soldiers have already mutated... Tell her to take my healing. What if those foul forsaken attack us again, and she can't use her proper capabilities because I did not heal her..."
Agnes' shoulder turned stiff as the prince's attention bore on her. She did not fear him particularly; perhaps she feared his station somewhat, but on a martial level, he was not her equal. Most people were not. But if he were to give a command...
Screams and screeches broke out, as all the people present in the camp shifted their expressions.
"Gods above, they really came in!" Amiya drew closer to Agnes.
"Everyone, alert!" Zeke commanded. "Be prepared. Koln, I want you on my rear. Jamie, see what is the condition of the relic. Marcus, with me. Bring your team..." His eyes darted to find someone else, finally coming back to Agnes.
"Where is Tayl? Captain Agnes, you—"
"I'll buy you a few moments," Agnes said as she lunged into the air, dark wings unfurling behind her. Getting her chance, she did not look back at all, and flew towards the conflict coming in their direction.
She found no signs of Warden—he likely took the job seriously and hid himself before any of them could catch sight of the packs of forsaken.
And from the look of them, he seemed to have riled up the forsaken a little too much for comfort.