With this first step, Nafız, feeling as if her body fell into a void, would pass out; when she opened her eyes in a numb state, she was in a very different place.
"You are about to enter the chief's tent. If you want to leave the tent alive, you will not make a sound regardless of what happens inside. If any order is given, you will obey without question."
A female orc with a menacing face was shouting at a group of orcs, which included her; Nafız immediately remembered whom the large tent rising behind her belonged to.
"What am I doing here now? And look at these types around me again."
As soon as she turned her head, the female orc would see a familiar face; her bosom friend Alyon's not-yet-adult version was facing her.
"Enter through the door one by one."
When a guard coming out of the tent shouted at the group she was in with a humiliating attitude, Nafız would hit the roof; she had already started plotting what she would do in her head.
"Look at this show-off; let me land one on him while passing by so this pimp's mouth and nose switch places!"
The female orc, cheering herself up, didn't wait long for her turn; while advancing step by step towards the guard, she was taking action to clench her fist.
"What's happening, man, clench that fist!"
Nafız was in astonishment; she wanted to clench her fist but had turned into a fool as a result of failing to do so. One step away from the guard, she made a move to at least raise her head and look at his face, but no chance, she wouldn't be able to achieve this either.
"Don't tell me I'm stuck inside this body and forced to just watch what happens!"
Realizing what was going on, Nafız was grumbling as if cursing; she was being forced to watch what happened to her in the first days of being born as an orc these days.
"Look at this swagger, this attitude; why am I trembling in front of men whose lives I could take with the back of my hand?"
Although the spectator inside was angry, the newborn Nafız, the actual owner of the body, was too weak to stop trembling from fear; from her perspective, she was in a situation where she would lose her life at the slightest mishap.
"Our tribal chief's grandson will test your strength, our chief's son will determine your duty, and our chief will bestow your name that you will carry until you die."
After the announcement declaring the naming ceremony had started, the first orc had walked in front of the chief's loser grandson; when a slap echoing in the tent landed on the poor bastard's face, he couldn't endure and would fall to the ground.
"What can we do, if this is the case, I'll just wait; I'll be saved by the Quartermaster section chief when my turn comes anyway, whatever kind of illusion we've fallen into."
Nafız was well aware of where she was; it wasn't possible for such a sloppy illusion to deceive her anyway.
The only thing disturbing her was feeling all the emotions felt by the owner of the body she was stuck in as if she was living them herself. Her mind told her everything was fake, but her soul was practically whipping the feelings of the newborn Nafız onto her heart.
"I'm getting really suffocated; it would be great if this business ended as soon as possible!"
Combined with the tension brought by waiting, the blackness of a fear not belonging to her had settled upon her; Nafız could feel this sensation slowly filtering through her veins and circulating her entire body.
When the chief's grandson Kalındiş took a break to eat, the female orc understood her turn had come; she would slowly start walking towards the place where the sadistic ritual was performed.
"How dare you show the audacity to bring this pitiful being here!"
"First I'm gonna kill this with a slap, then I'm gonna deal with whoever's fault this is."
"Oh, finally it's over; now after our Domuzkuyruk steps forward and saves me, Sangre..."
All of Nafız's thoughts had frozen; because while waiting on the ground in fear after the quartermaster section chief saved her in the past, she involuntarily remembered who the orc coming to pick her up was.
Her head was in a jumble; all memories of the past were rushing into her mind like the waters of a dam whose cover had collapsed.
"Smackkk!"
Along with a loud noise, cries for help coming from her body mixed with the pain of her heart; unfortunately, this time there was no one interfering with Kalındiş's actions.
Nafız was about to give up the ghost; with her puny body before inheriting Mora's legacy, she had taken the anger-filled blow of the chief's grandson, an adult orc.
"Quartermaster, shit-shoveler."
She was in death throes right now, but nobody cared about this; Kaplanyürek had said her duty out of the side of his mouth.
Nafız barely heard this; her body had come to the brink of death, she had never experienced the pain she suffered while breathing in any way until today.
"Trembler."
Chief Ayıboğan was giving her name as in the past; the female orc had to hear this name, which no one dared to address her by once more throughout her life, for the second time.
Contrary to the body writhing on the ground as if giving its last breath, Nafız's eyes were reddening in anger right now; she had been forced to relive an event she buried deep, very deep inside.
"What did this son of a bitch say to me? Didn't I say no one would address me by that name ever again!"
"What kind of courage is this? Does this degenerate orc think he can deem such a despicable adjective worthy of me, Nafız?"
Anger, a fire of pure anger had started in the female orc's soul; although she wasn't aware of it herself, the body lying writhing on the ground just a moment ago was now on its two feet.
"You miserable orcs, do you think you can play with me as the entertainment of your despicable family, too lowly to even protect its own tribe?"
The puny female orc's shouting was echoing inside the tent; Nafız had started overflowing outside the body she was in now.
"Guards, kill her!"
Kaplanyürek, after what he heard, would give his order without hesitating for even a moment.
"Stop!"
"Father, I want to give the punishment for this. She must fully pay the penalty for the words she said to our family; be sure that after what I do to her, everyone will learn a lesson. From now on, no one will dare to even think about saying the same words, let alone say them!"
The chief's grandson had made a heroic speech; puffing out his chest, he was striking poses in the style of a dauntless defender of justice.
"Are you going to do what you said, or the ones inside this tent? Don't make me laugh, you bastard; not just you, even if all the Orc Steppes come, no one will be able to stand before me today!"
"Open your ears well and learn, my name is Nafız, Blood God Nafız!"
As soon as her speech finished, springing from her place like lightning, the female orc attacked Kalındiş's neck; since no one expected such a move from her, she would achieve her goal a breath later.
"Dungeon of Soul Impurities Completed!"
Before the ambitious Nafız could snap Kalındiş's neck like a cracker with her hands turned into claws, she would hear the voice she wanted to hear least in her ear.
"Dammmit, was this the time for it now? Couldn't you wait two more minutes? Screw you and your dungeon!"
The female orc, opening her eyes inside the corridor she entered, would start scattering her unvented anger around; swinging the two whips she took out from her bracers madly, she was making the walls groan.
While about ten minutes passed this way, Nafız's fever had only returned to normal; since there was nothing to do, grumbling, she would come to the place where they first entered the dungeon.
"Welcome!"
As if what she experienced wasn't enough, the druid she couldn't warm up to since they met was waiting for her at the place she came to; even his calling out to her with a huge smile on his face had caused the emotions she forcefully calmed down to swell up again.
"When did you get out of the illusion?"
The female orc, completing her cross look with her harsh question, was after bullying Ainle who completed the trial before her.
"Although I don't know exactly, I think half a day must have passed!"
Nafız, surprised by the answer, immediately directed a new question to the young druid not to show this.
"What did you encounter?"
Although he knew the aim of the person facing him, Ainle stood quite confidently; first taking a deep breath, he started speaking slowly.
"I relived the day we first met with you; you beat us, and the elders came and saved our lives. Actually, although I cleansed some of the impurities of my soul by saying it in the trial, I also feel compelled to say the same words to your face here."
"I am very sorry for what I did that day!"
The young druid had dissolved and thrown away the dirt created by his act contrary to his essence from his soul; he now knew the orcs facing him weren't people as they envisioned in their imaginations in those days.
Nafız, seeing this, also understood that spending her time going after the druid would only be a waste; without dealing with him further, she would pull aside and sit to digest her own experience.