"Special Lineage Power"
"It is an ability above Ordinary Lineage Power, possessed by a limited number of orcs in the orc community. Individuals whose lineage power rank is Special Lineage Power have abilities affecting a wide area, and these effects are strong enough to completely turn an ongoing war in their favor.
If the orc possessing Special Lineage Power is of the support type, they can increase the fighting zeal of all orcs on the battlefield, or conversely, possess the feature to decrease the enemy's will to fight. Special Lineage Power does not have a limit of adhering to a shape or philosophy. While one orc can command elements with Special Lineage Power, another orc can resurrect their dead kin and use them repeatedly during battle."
Nafız, relieving the pressure on the cover she was holding tightly, leaned her head against the stone wall behind her. First, she drew a deep breath into her lungs, and then she released it slowly from her lips as if she didn't want to let it out at all.
"What were we, man; truly, how could you fall so low!"
Reading about their unique abilities after the history of her ancestors, although Nafız saw what happened with her own eyes, her mind couldn't comprehend such destitution. She turned her attention back to the book; she thought she would definitely find a clue to wipe away all the questions in her mind.
"The weakness of Special Lineage Power is that it is found in only a hundred people among orcs numbering over a billion. While Ordinary Lineage Power has an equal opportunity for every born orc, to possess Special Lineage Power, one had to wait for one of the hundred people already possessing it to die."
"This is it; surely this must be the reason!"
Because she couldn't control her voice, the disciples in her immediate vicinity turned and looked at her for a moment, but then everyone returned to their own work. Nafız was no different from them; she turned the page as if tearing it to read the continuation of the words coinciding with the last line.
"It was known one by one which the hundred Special Lineage Powers were, and the power was generally transferred to the person with a blood tie. Since orcs did not die as long as they found enough food thanks to the extraordinary blood vitality they achieved through Bürküt, most warriors transferred their powers to those coming from their blood while they were still alive.
Since possessing Special Lineage Power was a status symbol, no one except for death during an accident or war would give it to anyone other than their family. Orcs possessing Special Lineage Power were assigned to high positions within the empire, and their families enjoyed the prosperity arising from this. Army commanders, tribal chiefs, and members of special forces were all people possessing Special Lineage Power!"
As she dug into the history of orcs trapped in the Orc Steppes, interesting facts were showing themselves one after another; when God Bürküt bestowed Lineage Power upon them, he had brought certain limitations. He bestowed Ordinary Lineage Power with unlimited variety and effect for them to use while fighting others. The book didn't specify a number, and based on this, it appeared that everyone with skill had the capacity to awaken Lineage Power.
Above these, there were a hundred people, the elite of the elite. It was a situation that made one's hair stand on end even when thinking about it. Among billions of people, only a hundred people had features superior to others, and unless an extraordinary situation occurred, it was impossible for them to take it from you.
You could lose Special Lineage Power either due to death, which was very hard to happen, or thanks to its transfer to the person you would entrust the family to. With the power he gave, Bürküt had determined the caste system within orcs and put creatures with wild nature into an order.
"A hundred within a billion; quite a sufficient reason to envy or hate someone!"
The stones wandering in the void in Nafız's head were slowly falling into place; when she finished the pages about Special Lineage Power, she closed the book's cover and started watching her surroundings. Her eyes were cheerful like a child thinking she could increase the taste of her favorite food by waiting for a while before eating it.
"Why is this still here?"
"Hasn't the time come for the Outsiders to leave?"
Nafız was lost in thought but hadn't passed out; she could hear the words of a few people talking while looking at her very clearly.
"Are you talking about me?"
She jumped up from where she was in a single move; she targeted those looking at her, but a breath later, she found herself on the ground again. Her right arm was aching madly; while the blood emptying from where the tattoo Alis stayed in was wetting the floor, Nafız lost consciousness.
"I guess she couldn't withstand the time confusion?"
"Whatever! Let's return to our work; very little time remains for the expected day to come, we need to be in our best condition!"
The group leaving the side of Nafız lying on the ground looking like a young girl returned to doing whatever they were doing before, but Nafız's consciousness was opening its eyes in a completely different place.
"Alis?"
Nafız, suspended in the air, first saw the woman with two sickles in her hands; blood was dripping from her weapons to the ground. Her eyes involuntarily followed the blood, and these led her to her Power Animal Alis, whom she hadn't seen for a while.
"Little bunny, do you know who is the greatest enemy of your kind?"
When the last person inside the high-ceilinged cave also spoke, Nafız discovered her voice didn't reach the others; while the skinny man continued by spreading his toothless mouth, his eyes were on the young man lying on the ground.
"Of course you don't know; how could you know anyway?"
The woman joining her weapons behind her back turned furiously towards the man; there was an expression in her gaze saying cut it short.
"Weasel, the greatest enemy of your kind is the weasel, and unfortunately, the disaster facing you is a weasel, which is my Power Animal!"
While Alis slowly lifted his head, the skinny old man was laughing hissing like air leaking, whereas the beautiful woman had already taken her place next to him, caring for her nails. The tiny white, worn out by hundreds of days of struggle, was in an unrecognizable state. That handsome young man who took care of himself was gone, replaced by someone struggling in the arms of misery.
"Alis, get up!"
Nafız shouted, but only she heard her voice, or she was the only one thinking it was so.
"Little white get up; look, the frail orc born from your weaknesses has arrived!"
When the skinny man whose flesh had started to fall off spoke in a high tone, Nafız understood that this person also saw her; as for the woman fixing her nails with the sickles in her hands, she seemed uninterested in her.
"What are you doing to Alis?"
"What am I doing? Did you come to my presence without even knowing this?"
The old man was both ugly and arrogant; although his state was enough to drive Nafız mad, she had no choice but to take it from below right now.
"I didn't come by my own will; while studying in the library, the Power Animal tattoo practically exploded and I passed out. When I opened my eyes, I was here."
"Now it is understood!"
After the old man hissed with an annoying tone of voice, he slid down from the stone he sat on; when he touched the ground, there wasn't even the slightest effect. No sound, no vibration, not even energy change; it was as if such a thing never happened.
A breath later, he was shaking Alis by his collar like a white handkerchief. Despite his thin body like the sticks planted next to fresh saplings to support them, he was easily tossing the young man left and right.
"The person calling you here is this boy; apparently, you have an unsettled account with him. He wanted to handle this before dying; would you like to listen to his last words?"