Chapter 245: Not enough

The eerie silence following the mysterious vibrations enveloped the forest like a dense shroud.

The once rowdy horde of Wild Orcs, gruff and unrefined, stood frozen in place.

Each Orc examined themselves and the others, their breath catching in their throats.

What had just happened?

Their coarse laughter, feral grunts, and occasional curses had been replaced by the sound of rustling leaves and the faint hum of residual energy in the air.

Volk stood in their midst, a towering figure, his piercing eyes darting over his newfound horde.

His gauntlet shimmered faintly, emitting soft pulses of energy that seemed to resonate with the faint glow now emanating from every Orc.

He clenched his fist, feeling nothing strange.

However, as Volk looked at others, he knew that the system reward seemed not to focus on him but the new members of his horde.

The change was undeniable.

It wasn't just him—it was all of them.