Orc King

It was our second full moon since arriving in Albusvolt.

The next morning, we descended the Heavenly Reversal Tower at sunrise and reached the twentieth floor.

A circular plaza paved with stone.

Tier upon tier of stone steps surrounded it.

The scenery was no different from what we’d seen on the tenth floor.

Except for one thing standing in the center.

A hulking monster with black skin had planted a greatsword into the ground.

It was an Orc King.

Ten orcs stood around it.

They breathed raggedly through their nostrils, drool hanging between their tusks. The wind carried the metallic smell of blood...