The ocean was black.
Even under the pale light of two moons, the sea swelled and rolled like molten ink, heavy with the scent of magic and minerals.
Far to the south, where the waves broke against jagged cliffs of obsidian, an orcish fortress rose — a monstrous citadel of bone, coral, wood, and flesh, pulsing faintly with blood-red light.
The war city of the TauKintha Clan.
It had been two days since Ainen left the castle and entered the territory of the Orcs.
For others, he was just another Orc, because after killing a few Orcs secretly at first, Ainen cooked small candies that would transform him into an Orc physically in appearance.
And with his peak mastery and control of Mana and elements, his sophisticated and advanced skills allowed him to move unobstructed, undiscovered, and unnoticed by the high-ranking guards.
