Lyerin leaped into the air, his powerful legs propelling him effortlessly toward the sky.


    As he ascended, he could see his Pig Orcs below—an army returning triumphantly to the maze after their bloody conquest of the other tribes.


    The sight was a mixture of grotesque and awe-inspiring.


    Some of the Pig Orcs had doubled in size, their once-broad shoulders now hulking masses of muscle and sinew, though many bore gruesome wounds from battle.


    Their skin, thick and leathery, was marred by scars and open gashes, yet despite their injuries, the Pig Orcs marched forward with the calm, disciplined energy of a force that knew no fear.


    Hovering in the air, Lyerin crossed his arms, the wind whipping his cloak around him as if he were the very embodiment of death watching over the battlefield.


    From his vantage point, he surveyed thendscape with an air of silent authority, as if the triumph below was his doing alone.


    He had led them,manded them, and now the fruits of theirbor wereid bare before him. But he felt no joy, no satisfaction.


    The task was not yetplete.


    "Be vignt," Lyerin muttered, his voice a low growl. His words echoed through the air, carrying an almost supernatural weight that swept over the entire army. "There are new foes among us."


    As his voice reached the ears of the Pig Orcs, an immediate shift urred.


    The calmness that had settled over the returning army dissolved in an instant.


    Their hulking forms straightened, their eyes narrowing with renewed focus.


    The injured ones, still covered in blood, clenched their massive fists, muscles bulging with tension.


    The air grew thick with anticipation.


    Lyerin could feel it, a change in the atmosphere, like the calm before a storm.


    Suddenly, the world around them seemed to crackle with energy, as if reality itself was bending, warping under the weight of an unseen force.


    The sky darkened unnaturally, and a low, ominous hum filled the air.


    Lyerin''s eyes widened, his sharp instincts screaming of an imminent danger.


    He turned his gaze upward, and in the distance, a sudden and devastating shift urred.


    The Asuras had arrived.


    The very sky seemed to split open, a tear in the fabric of reality, revealing an endless expanse of swirling darkness.


    From within this rift, the Asura army emerged.


    Their arrival was like a cataclysm, a shockwave that sent ripples of energy through the world.


    The first to step through were the  Asuras—warriors of legend, their forms impossibly graceful yet terrifying in their lethality.


    Their armor gleamed, dark and sinister, etched with runes that pulsed with a sickly green light.


    Their eyes, cold and devoid of mercy, scanned the battlefield below with predatory intent.


    As they descended from the tear in the sky, their movements were swift, precise, and devastating.


    Theynded amidst the Pig Orcs with such force that the ground trembled beneath their feet, and before the Orcs could react, the Asuras struck.


    des of light, impossibly sharp and faster than the eye could follow, sliced through the air.


    Pig Orcs, even thergest and strongest among them, fell in an instant, their massive bodies cleaved in half before they could even raise their weapons.


    The Asuras moved like a deadly wind, weaving through the battlefield, their des shing and cutting down Pig Orc after Pig Orc with brutal efficiency.


    Thergest of the Orcs, those who had doubled in size, roared in defiance, swinging their enormous weapons with terrifying strength, but it was no use.


    The Asuras were too fast, too skilled.


    The Orcs'' weapons crashed harmlessly into the ground, striking only air, while the Asuras darted in and out of their reach,nding fatal blows with every movement.


    From his position in the air, Lyerin watched as his Pig Orcs were decimated, his expression cold and unreadable.


    This was not unexpected. He had known the Asuras woulde.


    They could not afford to let his tribe''s rise go unchecked. And yet, there was something about the ease with which the Asuras were cutting through his forces that ignited a spark of anger deep within him.


    He clenched his fists, feeling the power of his tribe''s spirit pulsing within him, but he remained still, waiting.


    ---


    In the realm of shadows, where the Overseer and the six-handed shadow figures watched the battle, the mood shifted.


    The shadow creatures, usually silent observers of the chaos below, began to stir, murmurs of discontent echoing among them.


    "This isn''t right!" one of the shadow creatures growled, his voice filled with anger. "The Asuras are breaking the bnce!"


    "They know the human Lyerin has no match against this kind of force," another shadow hissed. "The Asuras... they''re too powerful!"


    A chorus of boos and whispers filled the dark realm, the shadow creatures openly expressing their disdain for the Asura''s intervention.


    To them, this felt like cheating—like the Asuras were unwilling to let Lyerin''s power grow any further. But the Overseer, standing amidst the chaos, remained silent, his eyes fixed on the scene unfolding below.


    "He should be dead by now," one of the shadows muttered. "There''s no way he can survive this."


    But the Overseer knew better.


    His cold, calcting mind saw through theyers of the battle, recognizing that something was amiss.


    Yes, the Asuras were strong, and yes, they had unleashed their  forces to crush Lyerin''s tribe. But the Pig Orcs… they weren''t fighting like normal.


    There was something strange about the way they responded to the attack.


    "They gain strength from hatred," the Overseer finally spoke, his voice cutting through the murmurs of the shadows. "The Pig Orcs and the Minotaurs... their hatred for each other is ancient. That same hatred fuels them, but now they share a bond. A mutual loathing that has fused them into something more."


    "But the Asuras are wiping them out!" a shadow protested.


    "For now," the Overseer replied coolly. "But watch closely."


    ---


    Back on the battlefield, the  Asuras continued their massacre, but something was changing.


    The Pig Orcs that had survived the initial onught were beginning to stand up again.


    Their injuries, once severe and crippling, seemed to heal before the Asuras'' eyes. And not just heal—their muscles grewrger, their eyes glowed with a dark, seething rage, and their speed increased. It was as if the more they were injured, the stronger they became.


    The Asuras, usually calm andposed, began to falter.


    For every Orc they cut down, two more seemed to rise, bigger and stronger than before.


    It wasn''t long before the Pig Orcs, those who had been reduced to mere fodder moments before, began to push back.


    And then, the real shift came.


    In the midst of the chaos, two figures suddenly appeared beside Lyerin, emerging from thin air.


    They were horned girls, their delicate features belying the immense power that radiated from them.


    Their horns curled like those of a demon, their eyes burning with a fiery intensity.


    Without a word, the horned girls unleashed their fury.


    One raised her hand, and a wave of dark energy erupted from her fingertips, crashing into the Asuras like a tidal wave.


    The force of it sent several Asuras flying through the air, their bodies mming into the ground with bone-crushing force.


    The other girl moved with lightning speed, her twin des cutting through the Asuras with terrifying precision.


    Her strikes were so fast that they left trails of burning light in the air, and wherever her des touched, Asuras fell, their armor crumpling under the sheer power of her blows.


    The shadows watching from their realm trembled in disbelief.


    This wasn''t supposed to happen.


    The  Asuras were supposed to be invincible. Yet here they were, being pushed back by Lyerin''s tribe—and now, these two horned girls.


    The Overseer watched in silence, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips.


    The battle was far from over.