Aria was just about to go find out what was the cause of the scuffle.
Just then, a loud trumpet sound resounded in their ears.
And following it was the familiar system's resonant voice.
{BOOYAH!}
{The Second Horde Has Ended!}
For a moment, the battlefield just… stopped.
The orcs stood frozen, like they couldn't quite trust what they were seeing.
Then one of them let out a sharp, guttural cheer.
Relief, plain and loud.
That single roar cracked everything open.
In seconds, the whole field erupted. Orcs dropped their weapons—not to surrender, but because their bodies finally let go.
They clapped each other on the back, lifted blood-smeared fists to the sky, some even sank to their knees with these huge, disbelieving smiles.
Watching the wave of joy spread through them, Aria felt her own lips pull into a small smile.
Not loud or wild like theirs—just a quiet little breath of we made it..
