King Kevin Os stood upon the balcony of his war chamber, overlooking the Timber Kingdom's capital. The air was thick with the scent of battle, and even though they had repelled the orcs for now, the tension remained. His gaze hardened as he looked toward the horizon, where dark clouds gathered ominously.
"This is only the beginning," he muttered, more to himself than to the men gathered around him. His voice was steady, but there was an undeniable weight behind his words. "The orcs will come back. Stronger, more vicious. They'll stop at nothing to see our kingdom in ruins."
A grizzled commander stepped forward, his armor dented and bloodied from the recent battle. "We'll be ready, my king. Our forces are strong, and we've fortified our defenses across the kingdom."
