Lyerin stood on the battlefield, surveying the aftermath of the carnage.
The Asura forces lay scattered and broken, defeated in the wake of his tribe's unstoppable surge.
His Pig Orcs, now towering in size, stood calmly, their massive forms breathing heavily from the intensity of the battle.
Beside him, the girls—Corora, Cornelia, Maria, Elena, Sophia, Lydia, Fiona, Emily, and Natalie—gathered around, still brimming with power from their recent revival.
Lyerin's gaze softened as he turned first to Corora, his expression affectionate. "Corora," he began, his voice gentle, "tell me, how did it feel, dying and coming back like that?"
Corora smiled, her eyes lighting up at his attention. She stepped closer to him, her hand reaching out to touch his arm lightly as she spoke.
"It was... strange," she said, her voice carrying a hint of affection that only deepened the bond between them.
