Creation System: Reborn As A Fantasy Worldsmith

Lyrian pushed his hand forward, as a small spiral of flame instantly materialized in front of him.

His eyes glistened in the light of the incredibly fast-spinning fire as it suddenly shot forward--gaining in size, it propelled toward the horde of orcs.

It reached over 20 feet in height, rampaging into the orcs like a tractor mowing down weeds.

With an inferno of destruction, it incinerated through the middle of the Orc horde, leaving those to the sides dazed and confused.

They quickly shrugged this off, continuing to storm toward Lyrian.

However, that wasn't all... after arriving 10 feet away from the end of the orcs, the flame slowly curved its trajectory, turning around 180 degrees!

It shot forward once again, tearing through another line of the over 50 orcs that dared to be in its way.

As it returned to Lyrian's feet, the wheel simmered to a small ember and disappeared in the wind with a tinge of smoke.

The floor of burned corpses it left in its wake caused the singed orcs to trip and fall.

Out of the 50, only 10 orcs, most still badly burned, made their way through to Lyrian and the others.

Lyrian looked back at Rothis and the others and shouted, "I won't make you three completely useless. These ten are yours to slay."

As he said this, none of the three made a move. Their jaws were on the ground, all of them stunned with shock.

They couldn't believe what they had just seen. All three recognized the spell since Lyrian had used it in the deployment exam.

However, mowing down wolves was far off from orcs. Orcs were powerful creatures with thick skin and much higher speed.

Destroying through a horde like that was unheard of.

"If you keep standing around, you won't be present to fight!" Lyrian exclaimed, as Solvir quickly shook his head and prepared himself for battle.

The other two also got into the zone, as Rothis ran toward the orcs with a sword in hand.

Beside him was Cylline, who acted in the same way. She spun her blades in the air as he neared one of the orcs.

Jumping forward, she slashed across the orc's large body, landing on the other side gracefully.

The orc, its chest and legs gashed, turned around with a grunt. It lunged forward, swinging its giant war hammer.

Cylline was able to barely dodge it and go back in for the killing blow to the beast's neck.

Although taking on several orcs was fear-inducing, she had killed plenty of orcs in her time in one versus one scenarios.

She had prejudged the strength and speed of the orc and understood that this was going to be the final attack.

She aimed for the center of its neck, but right as her blade scratched the orc's green skin, it swiftly whipped its head back.

Cylline's blade flew forward, causing her to be slightly tilted off balance.

Using this opportunity, the orc tossed its hammer to one hand and used the other to hurl a punch at the small human in front of it.

Cylline gasped, taken aback by this orc's abnormal fighting style and maneuverability.

Before its punch could land, Solvir's shield came in between. It pushed the hulking man back, but the orc's attack was stopped on the spot.

Cylline landed on the ground, gathering herself as she exclaimed, "Lyrian was right... these are far stronger than normal orcs."

Solvir looked back at her for a second, "Yeah... I know. Even you should have been able to take care of one on your own."

"Even me? What's that supposed to mean?" Cylline retorted with a slightly defensive tone.

At that moment, the orc attacked them again. Next to them, Rothis' blade sliced cleanly through an orc's neck.

It fell to its knees and then on the ground, as Rothis dug his sword into the ground and panted.

"Beasts! They are way too strong, Lyrian!" Rothis exclaimed, "At this rate, we won't be able to help later on. All our strength will be used on these orcs!"

Lyrian replied with a laid-back tone, "That's fine with me."

Hearing this, Rothis and the others decided not to let up and fight as hard as possible.

In a total of ten minutes, they had finally slain the majority of the orcs, all except for one.

However, all of them also couldn't lift their weapons any longer. They were driven to a point of extreme exhaustion.

The final orc, still kicking but slightly injured, rushed at Rothis who was closest.

Rothis attempted to push his sword into the ground and stand, but the sword slipped on the ground, causing him to fall back down.

The orc swung its axe, closing the distance toward Rothis' torso.

"Hydro Slash!" Lyrian commanded at that moment, raising his hand.

A rounded blade of water materialized in front of him at that moment, shooting forward with extreme speed and accuracy.

It cut through the orc instantly, slamming into the cave wall on the other side.

The orc's upper torso slid off and thunked on the ground, as Rothis rolled over on his back and panted in relief.

Lyrian observed the adventurers and thought, 'I wanted to see what the extent of their strength was, but now I'm thinking that was a bad decision. They will probably take another ten minutes just to get ready to move again.'

He tsked, reaching into his storage ring. He brought out a single stamina potion and splashed it evenly over each of the three lying on the ground.

They felt slightly rejuvenated but were still panting a bit.

"Get up! We have to continue!" Lyrian ordered, already beginning to walk.

"W-wait! Was that an energy elixir? I don't think it did jack!" Rothis came to his feet and exclaimed.

"It clearly did something, since you're standing right now." As Lyrian said this, the others found their way to their feet as well and began following behind him.

Lyrian stared forward, 'That powerful aura is still coming from deeper within the cave. Those 50 orcs were nothing but ants compared to what I'm sensing inside.'