The Shadow Orcs' shadows grew stronger. Powered by grief, their illusionary powers became even stronger. The soldiers that were strong enough to stop themselves from getting caught with their illusions, suddenly found themselves losing control of their own surroundings.
Soon, people began to grow crazy. They began to shout, they began to growl, they began to cry. It was as if an epidemic of grief had spread through the Worcester Soldiers.
The 7th ranked general immediately frowned. "Deal with these Orcs," he said to his other general.
"No, you do it!" siad the 6th ranked general.
And while they were arguing, a sudden shockwave of power suddenly exploded out from the ground.
They looked down, and saw that a strange golden glow had appeared on the Orc Chieftains' chests. It had completely overwhelmed the fatal injuries in their chest, repairing the damage that had been done.
"WHAT?!"
"WHAT?!"
