Transmigrated As An Extra In The Apocalypse-Chapter 89 - 88: Back Again

The ground trembled beneath our feet, and for a moment, no one spoke.

The tension from Beth’s argument had vanished, replaced by something much worse.

All eyes were on the massive mound of dirt and stone where the orc lord had been buried.

Dust rose in slow, twisting spirals, and the deep, guttural sound of shifting earth filled the silence.

Then, without any sense of urgency, without struggle or resistance, the orc lord emerged.

At first, his thick, armored hand punched through the dirt, gripping the ground like it was nothing more than loose sand.

Then came his head, his monstrous, tusked face rising from the rubble with a calmness that sent a shiver down my spine.

His red eyes gleamed like molten embers, watching us, not with rage, not with desperation, but with something worse.

Amusement.

It was like he had been waiting.

As if he had let us have our petty argument, let us squabble amongst ourselves, all while knowing he was going to rise the moment we were done.

The rest of his massive body followed, the plated armor that should have been dented or damaged from the last attack looking as pristine as ever.

The nullification ash embedded in his armor pulsed faintly, a constant reminder that most of our attacks had been useless against him.

With a final, effortless push, he pulled himself free from the ground, standing tall, towering over us.

He rolled his shoulders as if shaking off a mild inconvenience, his massive club resting in one hand.

And then, he smiled.

Not a human smile.

Not something that held any warmth or humor.

It was the kind of expression that sent every instinct in my body screaming.

This wasn’t just a beast acting on rage or hunger.

This was a monster that understood.

A monster that enjoyed this.

I clenched my fists, my breath unsteady.

My heart pounded in my chest, but I forced myself to stay still.

Don’t react.

Don’t let him see fear.

Edward stepped forward, his stance firm, unwavering.

"Looks like we were right," he said, his voice steady. "It wasn’t enough."

The orc lord tilted his head slightly, as if acknowledging the words, as if saying, Of course it wasn’t.

Beth let out a sharp exhale, gripping her gun tighter.

"Tch. Smug bastard."

The orc lord didn’t respond.

He didn’t need to.

Because in the next breath, the air around us grew heavier, thicker with an oppressive force that pressed down on our shoulders, making it harder to breathe.

The ground beneath him cracked under the sheer weight of his presence.

He wasn’t just standing there anymore.

He was preparing to end this.

I swallowed hard, forcing myself to focus.

There was no more time for doubts.

No more time for hesitation.

We had to act.

Now.

Every instinct in my body screamed at me to attack now, but I forced myself to stay rooted, my eyes locked onto the monster before us, observing it.

Then he moved.

It wasn’t the earth-shaking stomp or the wild, reckless charge I had been expecting.

No, it was something far worse.

The orc lord simply lifted his massive club, raising it high with a terrifying ease, as if it weighed nothing.

His red eyes gleamed, locking onto us like a predator toying with its prey.

Then, he swung.

There was no impact.

No explosion of dirt or shattering ground.

Just silence.

For a second, I thought he had missed.

That maybe, just maybe, he had been testing us, measuring our reactions.

But then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw a soldier standing just a few feet away.

His body tensed, his breath caught in his throat, then suddenly, a deep crimson line appeared across his chest.

A heartbeat later, blood sprayed into the air.

His body collapsed before he even had time to scream.

My breath hitched.

My mind barely processed what had just happened.

There was no impact.

No visible attack.

No shockwave, no debris.

Just a cut, as if the very air itself had turned into a blade and sliced through him effortlessly.

A chill ran down my spine.

What... was that?

The orc lord hadn’t even touched him.

Beth cursed under her breath.

"That wasn’t just a swing... that thing cut through space."

My hands clenched into fists.

That meant distance wouldn’t save us.

Dodging normally wouldn’t be enough.

If he could attack without physically connecting, without us even seeing it coming, then—

Edward moved first, his body shifting into a defensive stance.

"Stay sharp! His attacks aren’t normal, watch for distortions!"

Distortions?

I looked at the air around the orc lord’s club, searching for something, anything that would warn us before the next attack.

But I saw nothing.

There was no time to think.

There was no time to act.

The battlefield was silent.

The soldier’s lifeless body lay crumpled on the ground, a pool of blood seeping into the dirt.

His death hadn’t been loud or violent, it had been disturbingly clean.

A single, invisible cut, like the air itself had betrayed him.

A few feet away, the awakened and soldiers stood frozen in place, their faces pale with horror.

No one moved.

No one spoke.

Even the ones who had fought against the odds, who had stood firm against overwhelming danger, were now questioning if they could even survive this fight.

And the worst part is that...

They just newly joined the fight.

I clenched my fists, forcing myself to focus.

Panic wouldn’t help us.

Fear wouldn’t stop the orc lord.

Think, Amber.

Think.

The orc lord stood tall, his massive club resting against his shoulder, his glowing red eyes scanning us like he was already deciding who would be next.

He wasn’t in a rush.

He didn’t need to be.

I replayed what had just happened in my mind.

The swing.

The cut.

The lack of impact.

The way space itself seemed to rip apart around the soldier.

Then it clicked.

"His ability is gravity."

It had always been obvious, the way he moved, the force behind his blows, how the very air thickened around him whenever he roared.

But this... this was something else.

This wasn’t just gravity.

It was something beyond that