It was a new day and a new morning for the Orcs to celebrate. But everyone only felt the grief of the loss of their families and Orakh. The camp was filled with sorrow, and the depressive mood hung over the sky like thick smog.
No one was in a jolly mood to even keep the fire burning. Their limbs weary and eyes tired of the countless sleepless nights as they awaited for the chieftain's command like a puppet.
Just like what Roni was feeling, who was standing at the side with a grim constipated face. He didn't know how his guild got wiped out last night and how he was kicked out of the team because Hugo pointed all the blame at him.
Why they didn't have the Blade and why they were wiped out was all because of him. Everything was his fault even though he didn't know what happened after he died. And it was not like he could do anything even if he was alive.
