If the battle had been as bad as I suspected, then even he would be feeling its effects.
Maybe he would be limping in, bloodied, worn down just like the rest of them.
Maybe I would finally see him in a vulnerable state.
I don't think so, he would probably be wearing his unbreakable amour, which is seriously annoying.
I continued looking but, he never came.
And honestly?
I wasn't surprised.
The Fifth Orc Lord wasn't someone who would let himself be seen in a weak state.
No, he was the kind of monster who kept his presence looming over everything, never too close, never too far, but always there, a silent pressure that never left your mind.
Even in the novel, he was portrayed as a being that didn't need to be physically present to be feared.
His name alone carried weight.
His reputation was enough to strike terror into those who heard it.
Not only him, but all five of them.
But when he did appear, he never just walked in like some ordinary war chief returning from battle.
