Transmigrated As An Extra In The Apocalypse
Chapter 111 - 110: Trap

Chapter 111: Chapter 110: Trap

The portals shimmered into existence like slashes across reality, clean, precise, and unnatural.

Two more Awakened.

I didn’t need to be told.

The air bent around them with that unmistakable weight, the kind that made your skin crawl and your instincts scream.

They didn’t even hesitate.

No dramatic declarations, no glances back.

Just the smooth flick of a wrist and the ripple of dimensional energy.

The rest of us?

We watched with wide eyes and starving hope.

Some people rushed toward them, desperation turning to begging.

Men and women both, faces streaked with dirt and fear, pleaded to be taken with them.

Their voices cracked with the rawness of hope, a kind that should never be crushed.

"Please! Let us through!"

"Take my daughter! Please, just her!"

"Don’t leave us here! Please!"

The first man didn’t even blink.

The way she ignored them, she might as well have been deaf.

But the second one... he laughed.

A sharp, mocking sound that cut deeper than any blade.

"You guys should just die," he spat, his tone dripping with disdain. "Such hopeless people."

Then, just like that, they disappeared through their own separate portals.

Gone.

Leaving nothing but silence and shattered hearts behind.

I sat frozen, jaw clenched so hard I could feel my molars pressing against each other.

Ori huddled closer to me.

He didn’t understand what was happening exactly, but he could feel the shift in energy, the raw panic rippling through the captives like a shockwave.

Then her voice rang out.

Clear.

Sharp.

Unyielding.

"Everyone stay in your place! Don’t escape like them, it’s a trap!"

That voice.

It cut through the chaos like a sword, stilling the rising wave of panic before it could truly swell.

I felt my heart skip.

I knew that voice.

I knew it.

Amber.

Even muffled by distance and chaos, I would recognize that voice anywhere.

There was something fierce in it, like fire wrapped in steel.

She didn’t shout out of fear, she commanded.

My gaze swept across the cave, trying to find her through the shifting bodies and dull torchlight.

I couldn’t see her, but it didn’t matter.

My heart had already confirmed it before my brain caught up.

Amber was here.

Which meant...

Oh, shit.

If she was here, then what I feared most had happened.

They captured Vesper’s elites.

Amber, the living hurricane disguised as a gentle breeze.

She wasn’t just powerful, she was lethal.

The kind of Awakened people whispered about with equal parts awe and fear.

She could reduce a battlefield to ash with a smile if she wanted to.

But why didn’t she attack again?

She could’ve been able, and since the rest elites are also here, they might have a better chance now, if they planned...

I swallowed hard.

But then... why was she warning us?

Why did she stop them?

Why hasn’t she escaped?

And Amber was telling people not to.

She wasn’t the type to lie or mislead.

Not when lives were at stake.

Which only meant one thing.

Those portals.

They weren’t freedom.

They were something else entirely.

A trap.

Around me, murmurs started to rise.

Some people sat back down slowly, confusion on their faces.

Others stared at the fading traces of the portals like they’d just watched a miracle rot in their hands.

But me?

I leaned against the cold stone wall, heart still thudding in my chest.

Amber was here.

And she just saved all our lives.

The moment the Fifth Orc Lord began moving again, the air seemed to hold its breath.

He made his way toward the far end of the grand cavern, where a massive throne sat carved from jagged black stone.

It loomed over the room like a mountain, ominous, ancient, and radiating power.

The steps leading up to it weren’t many, but each one felt like a deliberate insult to everything human.

His armor clanked with every step, heavy and unapologetic, until finally he reached the top and turned.

Tharnok, The Fifth Orc Lord.

And the monster that had reduced one of humanity’s most powerful cities into dust.

He sat down with the slow arrogance of a being who didn’t just know he ruled, but believed it was his divine right.

His weight settled into the throne, and then... he looked at us.

No, not like someone looks at people.

Like a butcher looks at meat.

Like a god looks at insects.

His gaze swept across the room, cold and unmoved.

It landed on no one in particular yet made all of us feel small.

I kept my head low, my breath shallow.

I don’t want him to see me, he might probably remember me.

Then Tharnok raised his hand, just a single, casual motion, and snapped his fingers.

The sound echoed unnaturally, like the world itself paused to listen.

Suddenly, they were there.

The three who had escaped.

The Rank 1 Awakened.

The ones who’d summoned their fancy portals and disappeared like they were invincible gods.

Now they stood below the throne, in front of him, facing upward.

Or rather, they crouched, hunched over, confused and terrified.

Their eyes darted wildly, trying to make sense of what just happened.

One of them even looked behind him, like he expected the portal to still be open.

It wasn’t.

It never had been, not in the way they thought.

One of them fell to his knees.

Not by choice, it was like his legs gave out beneath the weight of what he’d just realized.

The second man’s face was drenched in sweat, his mouth opening and closing like he couldn’t breathe.

The third... she was completely still, frozen, like a statue carved out of fear.

They weren’t somewhere else.

They hadn’t escaped.

They were back.

Right at the feet of the one they thought had ignored them.

It was so quiet, you could hear the breath catch in their throats.

Their disbelief turned into horror, and their horror into something worse, understanding.

I swallowed, mouth dry.

The truth sank into me like ice.

Tharnok hadn’t missed their escape.

He let them.

And now, he brought them back like toys dragged back into a cruel child’s hand.

That’s when I knew the real reason some hadn’t dared to run after them.

That instinct to stay rooted, to obey, wasn’t just fear, it was something primal.

Some part of us knew we weren’t dealing with a typical monster.

We were standing in the presence of a being that bent reality with a snap of his fingers.

And Tharnok?

He was just getting started.