The Orc Lord knew exactly what would happen after his command. With their safety assured, the warriors of the Main Orc Tribe were drooling as they tore apart whatever Yarmagül was wearing.
The voice of the woman, who hadn't uttered a sound until then, was finally heard. She tried to fight back with curses and insults against the enemies whose hands were roaming over her body. Amidst the silence, aside from the echoes of the female orc's struggles, a faint voice rang out. It was clear that the person speaking just a single word was doing so with great difficulty.
"Mother!"
When the weak voice was heard again, it seemed to have gathered a bit more strength.
"Mother!"
Yarmagül, who hadn't been entirely sure the first time, saw her expression change dramatically after this second call. There was no mistake; it was her son's voice. It was the call of a child lost in darkness, crying out to the one whose scent brought him peace.
The female orc immediately covered her mouth with her hands. She hadn't realized her voice had reached her son during her moment of hysteria. Yarmagül fell silent to ensure her last remaining hope did not sacrifice himself for nothing.
"Mother!"
It was no use; Khan was not giving up. He must have intended to keep calling out to her until he received an answer. The female orc concentrated on gathering the last crumbs of strength remaining within her. She had to scream; she had to scream to tell her son to run. Yarmagül did exactly that; disregarding the enemies battering her and groping her intimate areas, she began to scream solely to prevent the death of the person she loved more than life itself.
"Run, Kha...!"
Before the female orc could finish her sentence, a voice so booming it could strip the will of those who heard it began to echo in the skies.
"SILENCE!"
Her final exertion was cut short by the Orc Lord's bellow. Siyahayı, watching the events with glee, would not permit the woman, whose intention he had grasped, to succeed.
"You filthy freak, how could I ever forget you!"
Turning his face toward the crowd surrounding Khan, one of the old orc's eyes twitched with rage. There were no words in any language capable of fully expressing the hatred he harbored against Alyon and his lineage.
"You wandered before my eyes all day with that pathetic power of yours. In return, I will show you the state of the woman whose voice you so desperately wish to hear!"
When he signaled his warriors to step back, no one remained between Khan and his mother. He could now clearly see those who were abusing Yarmagül with great enthusiasm.
The breath the young orc had prepared to call out again froze in his throat. On one side was the Orc Lord, surrounding him as if wanting to rip his grandfather's head off; on the other, orc warriors intent on inflicting all manner of evil upon the woman he worshipped.
His eyes locked onto a fixed point, and his breathing ceased. Khan stood as still as a statue, showing no sign that he was even still alive.
"What happened? Have you lost your mind, you freak!"
The gleam in Siyahayı's eyes, lost since the day he first met Alyon, returned. He was practically melting with delight at the young orc's plight.
"Stop stalling. Reward the loss of our hero warriors by planting your seeds inside that slut!"
He was getting what he wanted. He would rip away the identity of his arch-enemy's daughter right in front of her grandson. He wanted to turn this family into living corpses. They would always be near him, suffering eternally. As the eager warriors swarmed over Yarmagül, a familiar voice was heard once again in their ears.
"The Heavens are my companion, I am the master of the earth I tread! Mad Water, Cursed Lake, and Supreme Mountains are at my command! All living things that breathe must bow before me!"
As Khan spoke with a voice that could be heard by the warriors within the ruined walls, he took a large step forward. There was no change in the young orc's physical state, but his eyes seemed capable of pulling in anyone who looked at them. At that moment, earth and sky seemed to revolve around them; there was a world spinning madly within his pupils.
The moment he finished his words, his foot touched the ground. Simultaneously, blood-curdling screams rose from the herd of marauders surrounding his mother. In the blink of an eye, they were torn into pieces too small to hold, and their scattered flesh and blood covered Yarmagül. When he lifted his foot once more, the lips framing his mouth—which resembled a hole opened in a mimicless face—trembled with rage.
"I will show no mercy to those who oppress my race! I will slaughter those who covet my people! I will destroy those who touch my lineage!"
As the power of his voice rose steadily, the young orc took his second step. Looking at Siyahayı's face as if he had suddenly come to his senses, he roared with a violence that could pierce the heavens.
"Khan's Judgment!"
Time seemed to stop for a breath on the battlefield composed of wide plains. Everyone within this massive circle, without exception, would experience their souls trying to leave their bodies. Before those who heard the words coming from the young orc's mouth could find the courage to move a finger, they realized the changes occurring in their bodies.
The Orc Lord, staring at Khan with eyes wide enough to pop out of their sockets in fear, sat on his backside and dragged himself backward involuntarily, while his warriors and allies fell to their knees.
There was no exception to this situation. Whether human or orc, all of Khan's breathing enemies were bowing down. While the opposing front suffered this miserable state, the orcs who had come to fight alongside him were filled with incredible emotions.
Their nearly exhausted energy was regenerating at a mad pace. While their desire to fight caused their hands to tremble, their eyes became bloodshot. What was happening was the awakening of the ability hidden within Khan; it was the person who would rule the Orc Steppes declaring himself. Those with him would always find the strength to fight until their last breath, and those who dared to stand against him would bow down, regardless of their race.
Although those kneeling could not make a sound, the magnitude of the pain they suffered was indescribably great. The pressure felt by those who had succumbed to Siyahayı's lineage power could not be compared to what they were experiencing now. It was at least ten times greater.
It was as if the entire Orc Steppes had been uprooted and placed upon their backs. They could not find the strength to move a muscle; they were like condemned prisoners waiting for the executioner to come and cut their throats.
The old man, who was about to give Sangre his final moments, was one of them. The great power he had acquired through years of ceaseless work was not enough to keep him standing now. He watched his surroundings with disbelief, having no idea what was going on. Although he didn't know the reason, he could see what was happening to him and that the orcs, who were in a miserable state just a moment ago, had regained their strength.
The situation of the square-jawed man, who relied only on his experience and equipment, was even more dire. Sweating ice-cold drops, he had difficulty even breathing. The rushing river of war was suddenly dammed; for twenty breaths, everyone could only observe the changes occurring in their bodies.
The might and range of Khan's power were enormous, but he was not yet strong enough to sustain it. After stumbling a few times, the young orc fell and fainted, and as he lost consciousness, the technique ended.
The pressure on the orc warriors waiting in helplessness was slowly lifting. First, they could move their hands and feet, and after five breaths, they regained control of their bodies.
With Khan falling to the ground, Yarmagül shot out like an arrow from where she was and appeared beside her son. She stood there, covered in a suit of blood and flesh, holding her Halberd. She saw that the enemy had returned to their former state, but there was a gleam of great joy in her eyes. The female orc wasted no time; drawing a deep breath into her lungs, she shouted.
"Attack!"