But inwardly, Hina winced at the throbbing ache that pulsed through her body, each movement sending a jolt of agony through her limbs. Suppressing her discomfort, she squared her shoulders and prepared to unleash her full power against the orc.

"Is that all you've got?" she mocked, her laughter belying the pain she felt within. Yet, as she spoke, she couldn't shake the sensation of being struck by a truck, the impact reverberating through her body like a symphony of pain.

The orc, sensing her vulnerability, sneered in response, noting the visible damage inflicted upon her. But Hina refused to back down, dismissing the orc's taunts with a wave of her hand.

Meanwhile, the system issued a warning, alerting Hina to the severe damage her body had sustained. But Hina's determination remained unshaken, her focus unwavering as she made her intentions clear.

"I don't care about the risks," she declared, her voice tinged with steely resolve. "Saving the village is worth any sacrifice."

With a fierce determination, Hina summoned forth her energy saber, its brilliance eclipsing even the sun itself. As she infused it with her power, she whispered the name "Regulos Comfort," a name of her own creation, imbuing the weapon with her resolve.

With a swift motion, she charged toward the elite infected orc, ready to engage in battle once more.

As Hina charged towards the elite orc, her determination radiated like a blazing fire, propelling her forward with unstoppable force. With a resounding battle cry, she collided with the orc, her attack met by the sturdy shield the orc wielded.

But Hina refused to relent, pouring every ounce of her magical energy into the strike. As the shield began to splinter and crack under the force of her assault, the orc's disbelief was palpable. "What manner of being are you?" the orc wondered aloud, his voice tinged with astonishment.

Undeterred, Hina pressed on, her resolve unyielding. With a final surge of power, she unleashed her ultimate technique—the Devine Slash Meteor Strike. As her blade cleaved through the orc's shield and struck true, a brilliant explosion of energy engulfed the battlefield.

The elite orc, caught off guard by the sheer magnitude of Hina's attack, could only utter a single word before being consumed by the blast. "Impossible..."

With the threat vanquished, Hina turned her attention to the village, her body weary from the exertion of battle. Despite her injuries, she approached the villagers with a calm demeanor, reassuring them of their safety.

But as she spoke, the toll of her efforts became apparent, and Hina collapsed before them, her energy depleted. As she drifted into unconsciousness, the system announced her status—hibernating mode—a testament to the immense strain she had endured in her valiant effort to protect the village.

*To be continue*