Dimension System: SSS Rank Talent Awakening

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The air was thick with tension in the Orkish capital as news of the ambush spread like wildfire.

The Orkish King, renowned for his ruthlessness, was seething with rage in his grand hall, surrounded by his closest advisors and generals.

His fists clenched, the sound of bone grinding against bone echoing in the silence of the chamber.

The once-proud banners of his kingdom hung limply, a stark contrast to the fury radiating from their ruler.

"Who dares strike at my forces?!" the King bellowed, his voice reverberating off the stone walls.

The nobles around him shifted nervously, exchanging glances filled with fear.

They knew the wrath of their King all too well.

"Your Majesty," began one of the generals, a burly orc with a scarred face, "the attack on Lieutenant Gorak's convoy was orchestrated by the resistance.

We suspect the boy Dabi is behind this. He is gathering allies and has begun to strike at the heart of our supply lines."

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(Note: dabi is disguise as orc from the resistance, if I use a different name it will create confusing so the name is same.)

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The mention of Dabi's name sent a ripple of unease through the chamber. Experience exclusive tales on empire

The King had long viewed Dabi as a mere nuisance a weakling with a clever mind.

But now, that nuisance had grown into a thorn in his side, threatening the very foundation of his rule. The King's eyes narrowed, his lips curling into a sneer.

"Send out the elite guard," he commanded, his voice dripping with malice. Let them hunt this boy down.

"I want him captured, alive. He will pay for his insolence, and his defiance will serve as an example to any who dare oppose me."

The nobles nodded, their faces pale, and the general quickly dispatched orders to mobilize the elite guard.

Dabi had unwittingly awoken a sleeping giant, and now the entire might of the Orkish military was on the hunt.

As the guards moved out, the King's gaze turned to the map of the kingdom laid before him, its edges marked with battles and conquests.

He needed a counterattack that would shake the very foundation of the resistance.

Meanwhile, Dabi was unaware of the storm brewing in the capital.

He was hidden in the shadows of a narrow alley, his heart racing from the thrill of his recent victory.

With each passing moment, he felt more emboldened, but a nagging doubt began to creep into his mind.

The Orkish forces were not to be underestimated, and their King's wrath would surely lead to retaliation.

As Dabi caught his breath, he glanced around, ensuring that no prying eyes were watching.

His summoned creatures lingered nearby, their forms blending seamlessly with the shadows.

"We need to prepare," Dabi muttered to Fen, who sat alert at his side, ears perked.

"The King will retaliate. We can't afford to be caught off guard."

Just then, a rustle echoed through the alley, drawing Dabi's attention.

His heart skipped a beat as he tensed, ready for a fight. But it was only a young boy, no older than ten, darting past with a look of terror in his eyes.

"They're coming! The King's guards!" he shouted, breathless and panicked.

Dabi's stomach dropped. "We need to move, now!" he commanded, urgency flooding his voice.

He gestured for his summons to gather closer, their forms solidifying as they prepared for whatever came next.

They raced through the winding streets of the capital, the sound of marching boots echoing behind them.

Dabi's heart pounded in his chest as he darted through alleyways and side streets, desperately seeking cover.

He could hear the shouts of the elite guard growing louder, their voices filled with rage and determination.

"Split up!" Dabi ordered as they reached a crossroad, his instincts kicking in.

"We'll meet at the rendezvous point in the West Quarter. Keep low and stay silent!"

With that, Dabi took a sharp left, leading Fen through a narrow passage that he hoped would provide some cover.

The shadows embraced him, but he could still hear the chaos erupting behind him as the elite guard closed in.

His mind raced with strategies and escape routes, but the reality of the situation loomed large he was a target now, hunted by the very forces he sought to undermine.

As he slipped through a darkened alley, Dabi's agility proved invaluable.

He scaled a low wall, using the height to gain a vantage point over the street.

Below, he could see the elite guard marching through the capital, their armor gleaming ominously in the fading light.

They moved with precision, a well-oiled machine determined to hunt down their prey.

"Fen, keep watch," Dabi whispered, crouching low as he scanned the streets for a way to escape the tightening net.

Just then, a familiar figure emerged from the shadows a fellow resistance member named Kaelin, who had been keeping watch over the area.

"Dabi!" she hissed, urgency in her tone.

"We need to get you out of here.

The guards are scouring every street.

If they catch you, they'll drag you back to the King in chains."

"I know," Dabi replied, his voice low but firm. "We need to find a way to divert their attention. If we can create a distraction, I might be able to slip away."

Kaelin nodded, her eyes darting around as she considered the options.

"There's a tavern nearby where they're gathering information.

If we can cause a scene there, it might draw the guards away long enough for you to escape."

Dabi's mind raced. "It's risky, but it might work. Let's do it."

They quickly formulated a plan, setting the stage for a diversion that could buy Dabi precious time.

As they approached the tavern, Dabi could feel the adrenaline coursing through him.

The guards were everywhere, their presence palpable as they interrogated anyone who looked suspicious.

He motioned for Fen to remain hidden as he and Kaelin slipped inside the tavern, blending in with the crowd of patrons.

Inside, the atmosphere was tense, with murmurs of fear and uncertainty filling the air.

Dabi's gaze swept over the room, searching for a way to create the chaos they needed.

In a corner, a group of drunken orcs were boasting loudly about their exploits, their laughter cutting through the oppressive atmosphere.

"This could work," Dabi whispered to Kaelin, pointing toward the rowdy group.

"If we can get them to fight, it'll create a distraction big enough to pull the guards away."

Kaelin nodded, her eyes narrowing with determination.

"I'll start a brawl. You just make sure you're ready to slip out when they do."

Dabi felt a rush of excitement and fear as they prepared to execute their plan.

Kaelin approached the group, feigning drunkenness as she stumbled into their table, spilling their drinks.

The orcs erupted in anger, their shouts filling the tavern as the fight began to escalate.

"Watch it, you clumsy whelp!" one of the orcs shouted, rising to his feet, fists clenched.

The tavern erupted in chaos as Kaelin egged them on, yelling insults and provoking the brawl.

Dabi seized the moment, slipping toward the back entrance of the tavern.

The commotion outside intensified, drawing the attention of several guards who rushed to investigate.

As he neared the exit, he glanced back at Kaelin, who was skillfully dodging punches and throwing her own.

"Now's my chance," Dabi thought, pushing through the door and into the cool night air.

He sprinted into the shadows, his heart pounding as he navigated through the back streets of the capital.

He could hear the distant sounds of the tavern brawl, the guards shouting as they rushed to contain the chaos.

Just as he thought he might be in the clear, Dabi's instincts screamed at him to stop.

He ducked into an alley just as a battalion of elite guards surged past him, their armor clanking ominously in the night.

They were searching for him, and the tension in the air crackled like static electricity.

Once the guards were out of sight, Dabi continued his escape, his mind racing with thoughts of Kaelin and the chaos they had unleashed.

He couldn't shake the feeling that this was only the beginning.

The Orkish King would not take this lightly, and the scales had tipped dangerously in favor of conflict.

As he reached the rendezvous point in the West Quarter, Dabi spotted his allies waiting anxiously.

They looked relieved to see him, but their faces were etched with worry.

"Where's Kaelin?" one of them asked, eyes scanning the shadows for any sign of their comrade.

"She stayed behind to create a distraction," Dabi replied, trying to keep his tone steady. "She'll make it out.

We have to regroup and prepare for the retaliation."

But deep down, Dabi knew that the Orkish King's wrath would come crashing down upon them like a tidal wave.

They had struck a blow, but they had also awakened a ferocious enemy.

As they prepared for the storm ahead, Dabi felt the weight of responsibility settle heavily upon him.

He was not just fighting for himself anymore; he was fighting for everyone who had suffered under the Orkish tyranny.

The night wore on, the atmosphere thick with apprehension as they strategized.

Dabi's mind raced with possibilities, but he couldn't shake the feeling of impending danger.

He would need every ounce of strength and cunning he possessed to survive the coming onslaught.

The Orkish King would unleash his fury, and Dabi had to be ready to face the consequences of his actions.

Dabi and his new friends will meet others at the rendezvous point....

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