Without hesitation, Findir moved through the forest with the speed of the wind, slipping through the trees like a whisper, racing back toward the orc camp. His decision was driven by something he hadn't fully realized—a deepening hatred for what he had seen, and a dark satisfaction that Orion had likely been cultivating in him all along.
When he reached the outskirts of the camp, the emptiness struck him like a cold gust of wind. The once-bustling camp was now eerily deserted, hollow and silent. Not only had the orc warriors been drafted for battle, but women, children—anyone over the age of twelve—had been enlisted as well. These orcs, though bigger and stronger than humans by nature, were still no match for the trolls they were marching to face. The orcs may have had the advantage of sheer size and muscle, but trolls were a different kind of threat, towering over the orcs and known for their unrelenting strength.
