A Quiet room.

  Master Khalifa closed his eyes in the dark space where not a single light was lit.

  Sitting cross-legged, his posture was erect, and both soles of his feet were facing the sky.

  Many humans knew that this posture was a training method used by the people in the Holy Kingdom, but they were wrong.

  It actually belonged to the orcs.

  The spirits used to immerse themselves while the orcs would meditate, and it was like a passageway that exposed the body to all five forms of spirits and energy in the air.

  At Master Khalifa’s current level, doing this action had no purpose.

  He only took the position as it was comfortable to him.

  In his mind, the image of the red-haired human came to mind.

  ‘The battle of warriors.’


  Swoosh…!

  And a huge iron stake slowly rose above that fire.

  After receiving the heat of that gentle fire, the stake soon formed the shape of a sword, glowing red in competition to the setting sun.

  No, it wasn’t even sunset.

  Looking at the great sword, which was scattering a blinding light in all directions, Khalifa and the other orcs gulped.