At Angelina's farmhouse, she sat peacefully on the front porch, the night enveloping her in its calm embrace. Lost in the ancient book's pages, she sought wisdom in the magic of old times.
Suddenly, a shift in the atmosphere caught her attention, and before she knew it, a portal materialized right in front of the house entrance.
From the portal emerged a ragged figure, draped in a robe, adorned with injuries and a two-inch scar on his upper back.
It was Jaegar, disheveled from his endeavors in the crimson realm. Despite his weariness and wounds, he stood tall before Angelina, who looked at him with relief. A genuine smile graced her lips as she greeted him.
"I am back."
***
Somewhere distant from the civilized human lands, nestled within a vast mountain valley, lay an orc settlement. Its structures made of rough-hewn wood and stone blend seamlessly with the natural surroundings.
