The giant sun sank westward. Beneath the slanting, blood-red sunset, the ancient jungle had become a sea of fire. Flames as crimson as the setting sun rose and spread across the orcs' ancient homeland, staining nearly all of the Gravel Plains and Crimson Jade City's towering walls red.
Dead silence fell over the walls. Everyone's minds seemed tightly gripped by the blood-red expanse spreading across the plains, until a tribal warrior cried out from atop the wall, shattering the silence: "The Great Chieftain is back! Open the city gate!!"
The heavy Purple Steel gate slowly rose under the pull of iron chains and a Pulley System. Amid the creaking friction, Camilla and the last batch of retreating Tribal Warriors charged into the orcs' ancient capital. As the heavy gate closed once more, a false and temporary sense of "security" took shape—but that "security" did not lighten Camilla's steps in the slightest. She merely climbed the wall one heavy step at a time, heading toward her generals and soldiers.
The tribal warriors guarding the wall and the hastily armed militiamen crowded along both sides. Many pairs of tense or weary eyes watched her silently in the sunset. Camilla had never imagined that the gazes of her own people could weigh so heavily upon her. She walked forward in silence, feeling the power granted by her bloodline talent gradually fade. Pain and poison began tormenting her nerves and will once more, while wave after wave of weakness washed over her.
Just then, a young, somewhat nervous and timid voice suddenly came from among the warriors: "Great Chieftain, Uncle and Auntie said what you did was right..."
Camilla could not help stopping. She looked toward the voice and saw a small orc girl standing in a corner, bravely looking at her. The ears