Chương 33: 033-Orge Village
"Now that everything here is done," Zephorix said, turning his head toward the ogres, "shall we head to the Ogre Village?"
"Yes, let's go. We will guide you," Carrion responded.
"Take me with you," Ariana said, stepping forward.
Zephorix glanced back. "Ariana, I need you to stay here and take care of things."
"Then take me," Tokiyori chimed in. "I don't have any responsibilities here, and I can't help with state affairs. It's safer for me to go with you."
Zephorix nodded. "Alright."
"Then, please excuse us, Your Majesty," Lyrael said, bowing.
"Mm," Zephorix replied.
Lyrael opened the portal, and Ariana immediately stepped into it. Lyrael's vein twitched as she muttered, "This woman just walked in like I opened it for her. Just wait…"
"What's wrong, Lyrael?" Zephorix asked.
"Nothing, Your Majesty," Lyrael replied with a forced smile, stepping into the portal herself.
Once the portal closed, Zephorix turned to the others. "Shall we go?"
"Yes!" everyone replied.
After seven long days of travel, Zephorix and his companions crested the final hill, the wind whipping at their cloaks.
The air had grown colder, heavier with a strange tension. They had been expecting this moment, but the sight before them was more haunting than they could have imagined.
The Ogre Village, once a bustling place of strength and life, was now a desolate ruin.
Charred remains of huts, broken stones, and scorched earth stretched as far as they could see.
The once-grand bonfire pit in the village center was now nothing but a pile of blackened wood and ash.
Silence hung heavy in the air, save for the occasional creaking of weakened structures, threatening to collapse under their own weight.
Both zephorix and tokiyori was overwhelmed by the gravity of what lay before them.
The ruins were a graveyard for both the ogres who had once thrived here and their memories.
Zephorix halted at the edge of the village, his jaw tightening as he surveyed the destruction how could alzard did such a thing.
Tokiyori, originally that woman is a phyco so you can expect things like that from her.
"The attack must have been brutal," Alice muttered softly, her voice barely a whisper. She glanced around at the remnants of ogre life—broken weapons, shattered pottery, and remnants of burned tapestries. "They didn't stand a chance."
"A month ago..." Carrion murmured, his voice steady but filled with determination. "This village was full of life. Now it's nothing but ruins."
They had known about the destruction of the village, the brutal invasion that had wiped out almost all of the ogres.
That knowledge had carried them through their journey. But seeing it firsthand was different.
The loss was palpable, the devastation almost too great to comprehend.
The journey to this place had been long and arduous. Over seven days, they had traversed treacherous mountain passes, waded through thick forests, and crossed rivers swollen from recent rains.
Every day had been a test of their endurance, but they pushed forward, driven by their mission to bring the fallen ogres back from death.
Zephorix stepped forward, his boots crunching on the scorched earth. His hand rose, and a faint glow began to emanate from his palm.
"Resurrection"
Zephorix raised his hand higher, the glow intensifying. A ripple of energy pulsed outward, spreading across the ruins like a wave of light. The air around them thickened, vibrating with power as the spell took shape.
The ground trembled slightly beneath their feet, and for a moment, the silence was broken by a soft, low hum.
Dark aura start coming out of the ground
From the ashes of the village, faint outlines of ogres began to materialize—ghostly forms, flickering like the light of a dying flame.
Slowly, these forms grew more solid, more real, as Zephorix's magic worked its way through time and space, pulling the souls of the fallen back from the void.
The resurrected ogres stood, confused at first, their eyes wide with disbelief as they looked around at their broken village and the strange travelers before them.
Some collapsed to their knees in shock, others gasped as they felt life surge back into their limbs.
Carrion, the Ogre chief, who had guided them to this point, stepped forward from the shadows. His face was hardened by grief, but there was hope in his eyes now, glistening in the fading light of the day. "Zephorix... you've done it. You've brought them back."
Zephorix lowered his hand, the glow fading as the spell completed. He exhaled slowly, his energy slightly drained but his heart steady. "They're back. Now we rebuild, together."
Tokiyori smiled slightly, but there was weariness in his expression. "Seems like the real work is just beginning."
The once silent village now hummed with life again, though there was still much to mourn and even more to repair. The scars of the invasion were far from gone, but in that moment, hope had returned to the Ogre Village.
The ogres stepped forward, their imposing figures casting long shadows. "Lord Carrion, what is happening?" one of them asked, a mixture of confusion and concern in his voice.
"Do you remember everything?" Carrion replied, his tone grave.
"Yes," the ogre said, nodding vigorously. "We were attacked by the elves and were supposed to be dead. What happened?"
"You did die, that is true," Carrion stated, his eyes darkening.
"No way! Is that true?" the ogre asked, disbelief washing over his features.
Carrion nodded solemnly. "But how are we alive then?" the ogre pressed.
Turning toward Zephorix, Carrion explained, "This man revived you all. He possesses the power to bring the dead back to life."
The ogres gasped in unison. "What? I can't believe such a person has come here just for us!"
With a collective bow, they proclaimed loudly, "We are thankful, Supreme One!"
Inside, Zephorix thought, *If they only knew it was my subordinate who destroyed them, I wonder what their reaction would be...*
Clearing his throat, Zephorix said, "Everyone, please stand. I didn't do anything. The one who orchestrated all of this is Carrion. He came to me, told me about you, and asked for my help. He is a great leader. If you wish to praise someone, praise him."
"Zephorix…" Carrion began, The ogres heads turned toward him, awaiting his response.
"Lord Carrion, you are a proud leader, yet you sought help. Tears fill our eyes—such humility!" one ogre exclaimed, his voice thick with emotion.
An awkward smile crept onto Carrion's face, touched by their gratitude.
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