"What's up, lovebirds!"

While one of the duos saw Nafız smiling, the other tensed in fear.

"Don't be afraid, girl, I won't mess with you anymore; everything I've done until now was for you to grow, to become a better warrior. I also do my last favor; here you go, it's a gift that will level you up."

The female orc was stunned when the frayed leather-covered book was handed to her. He shyly picked it up and slowly began to turn the pages. When Yarmagül, whose expression changed every time, finished her gaze, she could hardly keep herself from screaming with joy.

They were original manuscripts of the technique her brother had compiled for her. Everything was written, from the pen of the creator to the smallest detail. It was an incredible gesture, the female orc not in a position to question where it came from at that moment; the female orc enthusiastically hugged Nafız, with whom she had been in tension since the first day they met.

''Slow! Will you break my back from your hug? It hurts so much; please take your hand away!

Even though Nafız was joking, Yarmagül's understanding was enough to make an average person drool. She just needed someone like Hammer Tooth. As if the pot had found its rolled lid, the two youngsters would continue to have fun.

The wedding was over, and life was back to normal; the armies were undergoing a restructuring process. Core members from the Holy Land made their way back, and Bookworm was on their way to the Arid Zone. His knowledge was required to open the mines he sealed with poison.

"Master, we are leaving the city soon. Do you have any orders for us?"

When two of her students came to say goodbye to Nafız, they found her in a very cheerful mood. She was spending time with Eftelya in the mansion of the Partheni family.

"These books are for you, little one. You know our purpose; I expect creative inventions from you. Do not disgrace me on this matter!"

The Bookworm immediately took the mountain of books created by his master into the ring of the domains; these were more precious to him than all the jewels in the world.

"Sangre, my first blood warrior! These scrolls are yours, and you must work tirelessly to make the most of your sharpened senses!"

The orc, who was walking around with his giant bow on his back, would have no problem with that. The most efficient way to satisfy his increasingly wild nature was through constant combat training.

"Little lady, we won't be seeing each other for a while. Do not think that I will get you out of my mind; I am always with you, volunteering as your supporter in the noble and challenging task you undertake!

Eftelya was embarrassed by the words of Alyon's son. The young girl with blushing cheeks just averted her gaze and said, "Okay!" she could say.

In Parthenia, only an army of fifty thousand men, under the command of Hammer Tooth, remained. Their young commanders were killing themselves with the pain of losing the war. The works, which started with the first light of the morning, sometimes lasted until the middle of the night.

More than a month has passed since the wedding. Alyon and Hammer Tooth were busy biting their nails while Yarmagül was in a sweet rush. The orc's gestation period did not exceed the fifteenth solstice, but the female orc had been pregnant for almost precisely thirty solstices.

Behind the great door, the two male orcs were walking nonstop, left and right. They were excited, as if they were going to give birth on their own. With each scream, their hearts were in their mouths; their speed increased, then the door opened in panic.

"Sir, a baby boy, has been born, but the mother is not well!"

The speaker was the head of the midwives who gave birth to the children of noble families. Just as she had fallen into despair, she hurriedly threw herself out. When Alyon and Hammer Tooth came in, his knees would buckle in the face of what he saw; Yarmagül lying on the bed was like a mummy with the tomb cover opened.

It was as if all her life force had been drained from her body, and her flesh had disappeared. Her beady eyes in her sockets could be picked up if you reached out. While the baby's cries were making noise, Nafız entered the room.

It was a mess; doctors were arguing about treatment methods in a hurry. The female orc didn't seem to have much time left, as she lifted her head with her last strength to see her loved ones and could only cast a sad glance.

Nafız was the only one who could keep her calm demeanor. She quickly went to the female orc and tried to understand what was going on. The situation was dire. Indeed, it seems that the baby had given his mother a hard time at the time of birth.

Leaving the exhausted mother, Nafız quickly dashed towards the basket containing the newborn orc. The crying baby couldn't stop. His every cry was accompanied by a groan from his mother. Observing the baby for a short time, the Blood God removed a veil covered with symbols and runes from her ring and covered Alyon's grandchild.

The baby stopped crying at that moment; his weak breathing could not even be heard.

"What are you doing, Nafız? Why was the baby silent?"

When one of the two voices left, Hammer Tooth saw the female orc next to his child. Alyon witnessed the situation and called out to his friend.

"As I guessed! If we had been a little later, it could have been the end of the road for Yarmagül!"

Shaking her head, Nafız began to rub the mud-shaped mixture into the mother orc's body, groaning in pain. First, she covered her head with a thick layer, after which the groans would become a little lighter.

"Quickly, pour the mixture into Dilber's healing water. If the mixture is not ready in two hundred breaths, whoever is responsible should kill himself before I find him!"

The Blood God was so serious! After removing the water from a large shell from the storage area, she continued to apply medicine to Yarmagül's feet and groin.

The ones in the recipe were simple ingredients, Nafız herself would add the main ingredients after they were thrown into the water. The pained expression on her face slowly began to dissipate as the newly-given mother was placed in the healing bath. Nafız wiped the sweat from her brow and shouted, looking at Alyon and Hammer Tooth.

"Everyone out except the two of you! Not to wait at the door, even their families will not be able to survive if they approach fifty steps!"

The threat was significant! Looking at the person she came from, questioning his share of reality was tantamount to suicide. The doctor, the midwife, the servants rushed out of the door, and Nafız staggered into the bed.

''Hey! Hey! What happened to you now? Speak up?"

"Wait for a little horn, and I'm dizzy. What kind of monster is that brat of yours?"

The two standing men looked at each other, unsure of what to do, unable to make sense of what was going on. Fortunately, Nafız was able to get up quickly and slowly walked towards the two of them.

"Gentlemen, the real king of the Orc Steppes has just been born; get well soon to all of us!"

"Now explain what it is; your every word is a separate riddle!"

Alyon could only come to his senses after realizing that his daughter's life was not in danger; he wanted to learn about the happened.

"The boy was sucking his mother's life force, and even though the umbilical cord was cut, he had no intention of stopping. The object I covered is used to prevent it from absorbing energy. I completely cut off the communication between them by closing the outlets in Yarmagül's body.

Nafız was shaking slightly; she paused for a few breaths and continued to talk.

"Right now, he is unconsciously using his ability, and he would continue this action even if it would hurt himself. He stole a large amount of aura even from me. If it wasn't for the veil, we might have to kill the baby before it consumes us or his body explodes!"

The situation was dire; the merging of the two bloodline forces revealed a completely different talent. The baby was born with the ability to steal the life force of others. It was sheer luck that this gift he couldn't control wasn't his disaster.

The sequence of events that started with Mora and Alyon ended when Nafız covered the baby with a magical veil. Perhaps a momentary thought in a man's mind had saved the life of this newborn baby a hundred years later.

"What are we going to do now? Will the baby be able to get stronger if he doesn't absorb energy? Can we feed it with wild creature essences?"

His grandson was like a living miracle, but he had to be fed somehow. Alyon had spoken the first thought that came to mind.

"Wow, live with your mind! It means it's time to use the last piece of that horned shit that we have!"

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Every darkness carries within it the seeds of the dawn that will end it.

Dante