That night, the air in the Varis tribe camp felt cold and silent, as if nature itself was holding its breath, waiting for a monumental decision. Kenji stood in the center of the fire circle, his gaze heavy with inner turmoil. Several Varis tribe members sat around the fire, watching him with a mixture of respect and worry. They all knew what Kenji was about to do was not just an ordinary ritual — it was an open rejection of the power that had long been considered a blessing to the Orcs.
"Kenji," Varak's authoritative voice broke the silence, "what you are about to do will determine the fate of our tribe. This is not just about you, but about the millions of Orcs who depend on your courage."
Kenji took a deep breath. His heart thundered, but his resolve was stronger than his fear. "I know the consequences. But I cannot continue to be forced into being an endless weapon of war by that evil entity."
Open Rejection
Beneath the full moon's light, Kenji raised both hands to the sky and shouted with conviction, "I reject your blessing, Morath! I refuse to be your war slave and a pawn in the eternal war you have created!"
His words echoed through the trees, piercing the night's stillness. A dark power that had been the source of his strength surged violently, trying to restrain him and silence the voice of his heart. Kenji felt a massive wave of negative energy pressing down on his body. Yet, he stood firm, enduring the pain and pressure.
In an instant, the world around him shifted. The sky blackened completely, stars vanished, and he was hurled into a deep vortex of darkness.
The Horrifying Vision
Within the darkness, Kenji began to see terrifying shadows: the faces of Orcs he knew, tribes he had encountered, and the family he had protected. They were all trapped in a never-ending war, bloodied and broken.
He witnessed battlefields ablaze with fire and rubble, where Orcs fell one by one, betrayed by their own kin. A thick despair filled every corner of the vision. Kenji saw betrayal tearing the tribes into irreparable fragments.
The future was not merely a vision — it was a mirror reflecting the cost of his rejection. Through this vision, Morath showed Kenji how high the price would be if he refused that so-called blessing.
Struggling Against Despair
As the vision grew clearer, Kenji felt tortured not only by the real world but also by his inner self. Waves of sorrow and anxiety pressed down on his soul. Yet, amid the darkness, he found something strange: a spark of hope.
"You are not alone, Kenji," whispered a gentle voice within his mind. "Though this path is full of suffering, you still can choose to build a different future."
That voice was no longer Morath's, but something deeper and purer — his own heart speaking.
Rising From Darkness
Kenji slowly opened his eyes, returning to the real world. His body was drenched in cold sweat, and his breath came in gasps. But his gaze was sharper now, his resolve stronger than ever.
He knew the vision was not just a threat, but a test. Morath wanted to scare him, to make him give up. But Kenji refused to succumb to fear.
"If I must bear this burden, then I will do so for a better future," Kenji thought firmly. He stood tall and looked at the gathered Varis tribe members around him.
The Will to Find Another Way
Kenji shared his heart openly with Varak and the others, "I know the vision was terrifying. I cannot ignore the possibility it showed. But I believe there is another path besides war and destruction. I will find a way so the Orc tribes will no longer be pawns in Morath's wars."
Varak nodded slowly, understanding the heavy burden now on Kenji's shoulders. "Your path is difficult, Kenji. But you are not alone. The Varis tribe stands ready to support you in seeking truth and new hope."
Becoming a Symbol of Change
News of Kenji's rejection of Morath's "blessing" spread quickly among the Orc tribes. Some placed great hope in him, while others doubted and even condemned him. To reject the blessing meant rejecting traditions and power that had shaped the tribe's identity for centuries.
Kenji felt the pressure. Many saw him as a traitor, and Morath's threats grew more real. Yet beneath it all, Kenji realized he had become a symbol of change — a sign that Orcs could choose a different path from the endless cycle of war.
Dreams and New Responsibilities
In the following nights, Kenji was haunted by the same vision. Yet he also began to dream of a different world — one where Orcs lived side by side in peace, where power was not for destruction but for protection.
Each dream added weight to his shoulders but also strengthened his determination not to give up. Kenji knew to make those dreams real, he would have to face not only Morath but also his own fears, doubts, and inner conflicts.
Self-Reflection and Commitment
One morning, as the sun began to break through the mist, Kenji sat by the river with Varak. The clear flowing water reflected his thoughtful face.
"I feel like I carry the weight of this world on my shoulders," Kenji said softly.
Varak smiled and placed a hand on Kenji's shoulder. "You do carry a heavy burden, but remember — it's not one you bear alone. We all, the Varis and other Orcs, are ready to walk with you."
Kenji gazed at the calm water, and for the first time in a long while, he felt at peace.
The burden of rejection — rejecting the dark power — was not the end. It was the beginning of a heavier, more meaningful journey. Kenji realized that to save the Orc tribes and free them from Morath's chains, he must dare to face a future full of uncertainty.
But this time, Kenji would not walk alone. Together with those who believe and are ready to fight, he would seek a path Orcs had never taken before — a path toward hope, freedom, and true peace.