The soldiers positioned farther back in the Orc army—those who had fallen behind because they moved too slowly, those who had yet to charge through due to the narrowness of Eagle's Nest Passage—were fortunate, and unfortunate!
They had not yet entered the Dawnfolk's bombardment range. They did not need to face the terrifying Mana Bombs or the turbulent magical currents created by the frenzied bombardment. They did not need to face death directly, yet they were confronted with something even more terrifying than death.
They witnessed the fall of the legendary, incomparably powerful Minotaur Knight Order. They witnessed every elite warrior of the Frenzied Lion Tribe die in battle. They witnessed the Giant Elephant Legion annihilated to the last man. They witnessed countless invincible beings in their hearts, even with the War God's blessing, unable to approach the enemy fortress... At that moment, their faith was shaken. Their entire worldview was shaken. They felt as though they had fallen into some kind of illusion. They watched in utter terror, watched in complete disbelief, and muttered madly...
Physical pain left the Orcs directly enduring the enemy bombardment with no mind to consider what had happened. They only wanted to run, to flee on instinct. But these physically uninjured Orcs had to endure the shattering and rebuilding of their worldview. Some whose minds were weak had even drawn their weapons and stabbed themselves through the heart or cut off their own necks...
At the very least... they had died on the battlefield.
At the very least... death was still something within their understanding.
At the very least... they had confirmed that they were on a real battlefield. It was just that the world they had lived in before had been a Void world.
More and more Orcs descended into chaos and madness.