As Michael emerged from the forest, he caught sight of a grand temple in the distance. The temple stood proudly on a small island, surrounded by a serene, reflective lake. The water glistened in the soft daylight, enhancing the temple's ethereal beauty.
The temple itself was a majestic structure, its architecture reflecting the power and strength of the orcs. It was adorned with intricate carvings, and metal-armored orcs patrolled its perimeter. These sentries kept a vigilant eye on anyone who approached.
"We should wait until nightfall to make our move," Ayag suggested in a low voice, watching the orcs' vigilant patrols.
Pink, still connected via the earpiece, chimed in with a suggestion. "Why not use the Spyders? They can give us an advantage."
But Michael had something even more surprising in store. He reached into his inventory and retrieved a small, sleek drone. With a swift movement, he activated it, and the drone's propellers whirred to life.
