— Pamela's POV —
Returning to the command center that had been reduced to rubble, I didn't know how to feel. That building housed dozens of active officers, including Colonel Adin and his lieutenant, Katrina.
To think both of them died to the same enemy they planned to sacrifice us to made me feel strange. I wasn't sure whether to feel happy or sad—I only hoped Adam and Natasha heeded my words and left the building on time.
At the center of the rubble was the familiar figure leading the horde. It was the 8 ft tall sand-colored orc with a waist-length dress and a massive one-handed war axe. He was seated on a protruding part of the shattered debris, and it looked like he was patiently waiting for us.
Only now did I get a good look at his weapon. It wasn't like that of other orcs who carried bone or roughly made hand axes.
This was made of some sort of special metal, with bluish veins stretching across its body down to its haft. Blue lightning crackled around the weapon.
