Emperor's Reckoning

Chapter 1130 Brewing Apocalypse

The patriarch orc, still trembling, acknowledged the elder's observation with a nod. The elder orc maintained an air of authority, his eyes scrutinizing the patriarch's every move. "You do know the clear significance of his name, patriarch," the elder remarked, his voice carrying a weight that pressed upon the patriarch's shoulders.

The elder orc observed the patriarch's nervous acknowledgment of Lyon 'Zodiac' Torga's significance. Despite the clear fluctuations of sweat on the patriarch's forehead, he nodded in understanding. "You do know the clear significance of his name, patriarch," the elder orc stated, his voice carrying the weight of experience.

The patriarch, though visibly anxious, responded with a determined affirmation. "Yes, absolutely, progenitor."

The elder orc's next words, delivered in a voice devoid of warmth or concern, revealed an intriguing aspect of Lyon's story. "He's already dead, patriarch," he declared, emphasizing a fact that seemed to hold personal significance. The acknowledgment of Lyon's demise hinted at a connection or history between the elder orc and Lyon.

"Yes, I am aware of that, progenitor," the patriarch confirmed, his demeanor reflecting the acknowledgment of Lyon 'Zodiac' Torga's demise.

"And you said that this name is making a return?" The elder orc's eyes bore down, giving an impression of contemplation as he absorbed the information. The patriarch, with an air of urgency, explained, "Y-Yes, progenitor. He is stirring the First Hell, The Second, and then, The Third by claiming the ancient tree in that infamous illusion forest, and as well, triggering the real shape of Enigma Falls" The patriarch's report painted a picture of Lyon's influence reaching across multiple realms, stirring the foundations of each with his actions.

The elder orc, seemingly unaffected by the revelation, took in the information with closed eyes, emphasizing the inscrutable nature of his thoughts and the profound weight Lyon 'Zodiac' Torga's actions held in the orc's world.

Meanwhile, as the patriarch anxiously awaited the elder orc's response, the elder orc's fishing rod continued to bounce up and down on the pond, an incongruous sight amidst the weighty conversation. The disparity between the serene act of fishing and the ominous discourse created a surreal atmosphere, underscoring the peculiarity of Lyon's return and the ripples it sent across realms and beings, both mortal and orcish.

The pond's calm surface erupted in a sudden burst as a monstrous creature leaped towards the progenitor and the patriarch, its gaping jaws threatening to engulf everything in their path. The patriarch's face contorted in sheer disbelief, frozen in the onslaught's impending shadow. However, the progenitor, maintaining an air of seasoned composure, turned slightly to the side, eyes squinted with acute focus.

With swift and precise movements, the progenitor raised his hand in a chopping motion, a gesture that seemed almost routine for him. In response, the air itself split apart, forming an invisible blade that cut through the giant beast as effortlessly as it carved through space. The creature, now cleaved in half, succumbed to the might of the unseen force, its lifeless remains tumbling in different directions.

Despite the visceral spectacle, the progenitor's actions were accompanied by an eerie silence. The progenitor, still facing the pond, spoke with an air of detachment, "I hope he is alive..." His voice, calm and unwavering, hinted at a profound understanding of the natural order and the unyielding authority he held over it.

The patriarch, now released from the grip of disbelief, could only watch in awe as the pond waters themselves seemed to part in response to the progenitor's gesture. The unexpected display of power left an indelible impression, solidifying the patriarch's conviction that Lyon 'Zodiac' Torga's return was not to be taken lightly.

The command rang out with an authority that brooked no defiance, "Gather the elders; I need to speak," proclaimed the progenitor, leaving the patriarch in a state of bewildered awe. As the scene shifted, the air thickened with anticipation, the very ambiance carrying the weight of impending revelations. The gathering of orc elders, each bearing their own mantle of power and authority, engaged in hushed whispers and murmurs that swirled like an ominous prelude.

As the patriarch entered the sacred assembly, an unspoken tension blanketed the room. The elders, their expressions a mixture of curiosity and trepidation, fell into a respectful silence. The audacity to interrupt such an esteemed gathering hinted at the magnitude of the impending revelation. One of the elders, mustering the courage to voice the collective inquiry, dared to ask, "Patriarch, what urgent matter demands the attention of all?"

"I am the urgent matter." The declaration hung in the air, a proclamation that resonated with significance. The elders, now gathered under the stern gaze of the progenitor, awaited the words that would unveil the nature of the profound revelation that had summoned them together.

The progenitor entered with a presence that instantly seized control of the atmosphere. Without a preamble, he took his seat at the highest order, a position of unquestionable authority. The patriarch, standing beside him, served as a visual testament to the gravity of the situation. In this charged moment, the very air seemed to bow before the power that emanated from the orc progenitor.

"How many of you know about the Zodiac Emperor?" The progenitor's voice cut through the air, a demand that hung with the weight of authority. A tense silence gripped the assembly, the elders exchanging cautious glances, hesitant to breach the topic. Finally, one elder, his voice tinged with nervousness, spoke up, "The Zodiac Emperor is a powerful entity, a rival of your prowess back when he was alive. Now, I've heard that he is making a return, shifting the founda—"

The progenitor abruptly raised his hand, a gesture that silenced the elder mid-sentence. A palpable tension lingered as the progenitor's gaze bore into the elder, who bowed in acknowledgment. The progenitor's next words hung heavy in the air, "I will personally assess whether he is the real Lyon 'Zodiac' Torga or not. His news of return gives me hope, unlike you lot." The elders bowed their heads, absorbing the sting of his insult, unwilling to meet his piercing gaze. New chapters are published on Novᴇ(l)Fɪre.net

The patriarch, seizing an opportune moment, ventured, "But, progenitor, I think it would be wise if we offer some help." The progenitor's reaction was swift, a derisive snort accompanied by a smirk. "Help?" he scoffed, "With what? Tainting my battlefields with the glorious perfume that emanates from your corpses?" The elders, having weathered the harsh remark, remained silent, aware that the progenitor's disdain was not to be contested.

The progenitor's final words sliced through the air, dismissing any lingering thoughts of assistance, "I'll handle Lyon 'Zodiac' Torga in my own way. The very mention of his return has stirred my curiosity, and I will not allow any interference from the likes of you." With a dismissive wave, he signaled the end of the assembly.

The chilling echo of the progenitor's voice lingered in the air as he left behind a stern warning, "Anyone who dares to interfere will be facing me. I don't care if any of you are my descendants; death shall come for you if you cross me. I don't mind destroying my own clan with my two hands and two feet." The assembly hall once filled with tension, now bore the weight of his ominous proclamation. The elders and patriarch left stunned in his wake, exchanged uneasy glances, their minds grappling with the severity of the consequences he promised.

As the progenitor made his way out, his authoritative steps resonating through the assembly hall, he delivered a final decree that left no room for dissent. "Also... call me the emperor like I was." The title hung in the air, a reminder of a bygone era. The elders and patriarch, compelled by both fear and reverence, bowed deeply as he exited. Their voices, in unison, echoed through the Sixth Hell, "Thank you, Emperor Rakumtatak!" The words carried a mix of deference and submission, acknowledging the formidable power that their progenitor, now Emperor Rakumtatak, wielded.

Rakumtatak, now Emperor Rakumtatak, stepped outside the assembly hall, his gaze fixated on the horizon. The stale air within the confines of the clan hall was replaced by the invigorating breeze of the Sixth Hell. A transformative energy seemed to course through him, rejuvenating his spirit. His eyes, once weighed down by the burdens of leadership, now sparkled with a renewed vitality.

The emperor's laughter echoed through the surroundings as he strolled confidently toward Lyon. The once-dominant figure of the orc patriarch was now adorned in nothing but a simple sarong, his powerful physique exposed. His laughter, filled with anticipation and excitement, resonated through the air. "Hahaha, you better make yourself real, Torga! It's time for the Zodiac to fight the Ogre!"

His words carried a mix of challenge and eagerness, a proclamation that heralded the dawn of a new confrontation. The emperor's carefree demeanor belied the immense power he wielded, and the anticipation for the clash with Lyon, the Zodiac Emperor, radiated from every word. As Rakumtatak approached, his eyes bore into the distance, seeking the manifestation of the legendary Lyon 'Zodiac' Torga.

The atmosphere crackled with tension as the emperor continued to move forward, his laughter fading into a determined grin. The challenge laid bare, he eagerly awaited Lyon's response, ready to face the formidable adversary and test the mettle of the Zodiac against the might of the Ogre. Hell, once again a stage for momentous events, braced itself for the clash of two titans – an encounter that would echo through the realms.

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