The Last Primal

"[Goblin] Galina, quickly focus your healing on Roas! He is wounded!" 

A fierce roar yelled out, startling the tall, girl that stood closest to Aiden, behind the heated frontline. 

A fierce roar reverberated, shaking the poor dark-green-skinned girl who stood at the back, focused on the ongoing clash between his friends, his master's other servants, and these strange, haunted-looking armored orcs.

His master's agitated shout, however, awoke her from her trance. Shaking her head, she turned to look at him, only to see his young master's figure suddenly vanish from even her sight, and reappear between the falling Roas and his ax-wielding opponent.

She only saw her young master's blurred outline before the robust berserker was helplessly thrown back crashing into one of the pesky archers at the back. She was shocked at this sight but was quickly shaken when another fierce roar reverberated the hallway. 

"[Goblin] GALINA! DO IT! MOVE! NOW!" 

Immediately, she rushed forward, closer to the tall orc that was already lying on the ground, desperately holding a deep, gushing wound on his right side. She extended her hands, holding them above the wounded area, and closed her eyes. She focused on her own mana, activating it, guiding its flow towards her extended palms. 

Her hands began to glow in a wonderful light green shimmer. A soothing warmth spreading out from her palms, the terrible pain Roas felt soon started to fade. The calming sensation continued to enter his body, relaxing his tense muscles. The pained expression on his face began to cool, replaced by a faint smile as he looked at the young master that came to his aid.

"[Orc] Master… I'm sorry, I wasn't strong enough…" He coughed, struggling to formulate any words. Still, he wanted to tell his young master that he was grateful. That he was glad he could serve him. That it was okay if he would fall because he knew that he would take revenge in his stead.

However, before he could tell any of that, he was silenced. A kind, friendly smile donning his face, Aiden put his index finger on his first servant's lips, turning him silent instantly.

"[Orc] Don't speak, my friend. Rest. You fought well, don't worry. We will handle the rest of this rabble."

Weariness soon overpowered his senses, Roas felt the heaviness of his eyelids. He wanted to respond, he wanted to reach out to the young master, but before he could do so, darkness shrouded his senses, his consciousness escaped from his grasp…

"[Goblin] Try to heal him as much as you can. I will help the guys finish this." Aiden stood up, addressing the frightened little Galina with his cold, rigid tone. Although the tone was not aimed at her, but at the enemy, he was unable to properly reign in his emotions.

He glanced at his system, where the notifications kept appearing.

[Warning! Minion: Roas suffered heavy damage! His current condition: 58%]

[Warning! Minion: Roas is bleeding, his condition is deteriorating! His current condition: 48%]

The messages kept coming, starting to annoy Aiden, as in the midsts of the constant ringing in his mind, he found it harder and harder to concentrate. The continuous stream of bells and the flashes at the corner of his eyes were getting on his agitated nerves. He was getting closer and closer to explode and enter into a crazed frenzy when suddenly a startling change occurred.

The notifications suddenly didn't give any more sound, the flashes were somehow deactivated. His system suddenly turned silent, as if a new, or at the very least, previously unexplored feature was activated. For a fraction of a second, he felt a familiar presence showing itself… His angered frown turned into a shocked gasp, but before he could call out, the presence vanished.

Shaking his head, he cleared his mind, pulling himself back to the battle ahead. 

In front of him, Glohn was already in a fierce back and forth with the empowered orc that had a thin layer of dark energy around him, serving as a sort of shield whilst also providing him an immense boost in strength.

Meanwhile, Gob was still busy handing the last warrior while at the same time, dodging the arrows fired at him by the second archer. Truth be told, he was quite agile on his feet and was doing a great job, but at the same time, he couldn't really retaliate with all the heat that was flung at him.

As Glohn was pretty much in a standstill with his opponent at the moment, Aiden's gaze traveled to the archer. By eliminating him from the picture, he would lighten the burden on Gob, who could completely focus on the warrior instead of splitting his attention. 

He had to admit though, that these three, especially Glohn, were much more resilient and stronger than Roas, who was his first. With him, he didn't really know what he was doing, and because of that, he did not manage to evolve, he merely rejuvenated his aged body. He already planned to fix this mistake later but now, that he was badly hurt, he wanted to see if he could also restore his health with some further injection of his energy.

Focusing his gaze on the archer, he shook his head to clear his mind from all these thoughts. He was in the midst of a battle, this wasn't the time for deep lamentation. A cruel grin appeared on his face, as his figure flashed, only to reappear behind the archer. His transformed right arm struck drown, his thick, ebon claws slashing deep into the back of the archer, shredding the steel chest plate as if it was some shirt.

The archer painfully cried out, falling on his knees and dropping the bow on the ground. He tried to reach for his back, but before he could take any action, a second slash came from behind, separating his helmeted head from the rest of his body. 

A loud thud rang out in the makeshift battlefield, as the steel helmet rolled towards the still conscious berserker at the side. His partner, the archer that he crashed into was long gone, his body not showing any sign of life.

The berserker was busy trying to assess the damage he had received when suddenly the bloodied helmed entered his eyesight. He was shocked when he noticed that yet another of his brethren had fallen to these mysterious invaders. 

He raised his tired sight to the hated enemy, the blur that threw him away as if he was a simple toy. Anger rose in his heart, he looked at the lean figure with defiance. He, a berserker, cannot fall like this. He cannot be humiliated like this! 

He had his pride, he was a feared one, an elite among the elites! He slowly freed his hands from their steel cages and reached for the bent chest plate. His eyes slowly turned bloodshot as the rage, hatred, and anguish slowly overwhelmed his senses, and the bloodlust completely overwhelmed his sanity. By supporting his body on the ground, he slowly pushed himself off the ground, and with great difficulty, he turned around to look at his deceased brethren.

A vicious glint flashed through his bloodshot eyes, as he reached towards the chest of the archer…

Aiden did not pay any attention to the orc's desperate struggle, he did not think of him as any threat whatever he was planning. Shifting his attention, he was focused on the last two fights in front of him. At one side, Gob, now freed from the archer's constant arrows, was slowly starting to gain more and more ground against his opponent. Close to him, Glohn was currently in a standstill against the empowered creature that as the dark energy continued to eat at his sanity, turned feral, losing most of his technique but gaining immense strength instead.

Glohn's body continued to glow in an orange brilliance, the thick veins on his muscles were visible as they continued to pump as much of his blood as they could to support the constant usage of his muscle mass.

Feeling that they were more or less evenly matched, the smile on Glohn's face curved higher. The marking of the eagle suddenly lit up on the left side of his chest, mixing the previously orange light he was covered with a tint of yellow.

In the next moment, his body felt lighter, his movement became more fluid. His speed and agility increased. The previously deadly blows that had difficulty dodging, were now childs' play. 

He looked at the figure's right fist as it was flying toward him, simply stepping to the left and easily evading it. At the same time, his sword struck down, crashing into the thin film of the dark, ominous layer of energy that continued to shield the creature.

He felt as if he pushed against a strange boundary, ultimately unable to slice through, and was thrown back. Still, despite that, he heard a painful hiss, coming from under the visored helmet, causing his frown that just appeared on his face to turn into a grin. 

This fight was far from over...