She glared right back at him, only rage boiling in her eyes. She knew no fear, no hesitation, and no rational understanding of the current situation. Arad had just neutralized their missiles and anti-aircraft weapons with ease, uprooted an entire hospital, and even healed everyone there. He wasn't just stronger than them but far more flexible with what he could do.
But what mattered more was that, unlike them, Arad wasn't bound by their dying world. He wasn't starved, he wasn't desperate, he wasn't chained. This world of theirs, the already dead land that they had been chained to for eons, was already crying.
The air was stale, filled with radioactive ash. The ground was dry, filled only with stone and dust, not a single speck of organic matter to support the very base of life. The orcs didn't just use all of their world's resources; they drew even more than they should've and killed their own world.
