Orc in the modern world

Jason sat in silence, staring into the crackling flames. The weight of Gorvak's words pressed on him. He was no longer just a lost soul reborn in a monstrous body—he had followers, warriors ready to fight at his command. The title of Warchief still felt foreign, but the whispers embraced it.

'You are the harbinger of a new era,' they cooed. 'Your Horde will reshape this world.'

Jason clenched his fists. 'I didn't ask for this. I just wanted to survive.'

Gorvak studied him, his crimson eyes reflecting the firelight. "You are troubled, Warchief."

Jason exhaled sharply. "I need answers. Those hunters—who are they? How did they track me so quickly?"

Gorvak nodded. "A wise concern. We have ways of finding out."

Jason raised an eyebrow. "How?"

The orc smirked. "The same way they sought you—through magic."

Gorvak stood and approached a nearby stone altar, its surface inscribed with twisting runes. He placed a clawed hand upon it, and the markings flared to life with a sickly green glow. The air vibrated with unseen energy as the space above the altar warped and twisted.

A vision formed in the swirling energy—an underground facility, sterile and metallic. Figures in suits moved with urgency, monitoring screens filled with arcane symbols. In the center of the room, encased in a containment field, was one of the fallen hunters.

Jason narrowed his eyes. "They have their own magic users."

Gorvak nodded. "They are no ordinary humans. They are part of something larger."

Jason studied the vision, focusing on a logo stamped on the wall—an insignia resembling a black sun with runic etchings circling it. His gut twisted.

'Your enemy is powerful,' the whispers cautioned. 'But they are not invincible.'

Jason's jaw tightened. "Can we locate them?"

Gorvak grunted. "The vision shows a place between realms, hidden from normal sight. But with enough power, we can force our way in."

Jason looked at the Rift, still flickering with unstable energy. The thought of summoning more warriors so soon unnerved him. He was already walking a fine line between survival and destruction.

"What's our best option?" Jason asked.

Gorvak stroked his chin. "A small scouting force. If we are discovered too soon, they will retaliate in full."

Jason nodded. "Then let's move carefully."

Gorvak turned and barked an order. Two orcs, clad in dark armor with spectral energy flickering across their weapons, stepped forward and knelt.

"You will shadow the hunters," Gorvak commanded. "Learn their movements. Discover their weaknesses."

The orcs pounded their fists against their chests. "It will be done, Warchief."

Jason watched as the two warriors disappeared into the Rift, vanishing like shadows in the wind. A knot formed in his stomach. He had set something in motion, something that could not be undone.

Gorvak turned to him. "We are no longer alone in this war, Warchief. Soon, they will realize they are not the only ones who hunt."

Jason stared into the flames, the whispers stirring in anticipation.

'Prepare yourself,' they murmured. 'For the storm is only beginning.'