It felt as if there was a fire seed burning fiercely inside his body, growing stronger, with countless tongues of flame ready to burst out.
The orc opened his mouth and groaned in pain, but a horrifying scene unfolded—visible white smoke began to billow from his mouth.
It was like a stone scorched by fire for a long time having water poured over it.
His skin started to redden rapidly, and the nomadic orcs standing nearby could even see tiny cracks on his face.
Revealing the bright red flesh beneath, the heat was so intense that the blood couldn't even seep out from the cracks before it evaporated.
"His face is cracking!" a trembling voice echoed across the camp. The surrounding orcs looked at their nomadic leader's current state and instantly blanched, eyes wide open.
The once robust orc now had a face full of fine, dense cracks, with not a drop of blood in sight.
