Jake stood among the bodies of the black orcs and tried to catch his breath.
The fight had been brutal but manageable. The orcs had been strong and numerous but they were below his level. He could feel it clearly now after the awakening. The difference in power between him and creatures that would have terrified him a week ago. His new strength had made the fight almost easy once he stopped thinking and just moved.
The bloodline was still singing in his veins. Still warm and present. Making him stronger than most people he would encounter. The system had told him that. Class II with Raikarndel blood was a significant advantage.
He was starting to understand what that meant in practice.
Raani was organizing the cleanup. The Dragon Maidens were moving bodies off the road. The iron-suited soldiers were checking their wounded and preparing to continue the journey.
Jake was about to suggest they move quickly when he felt it.
