The government's temporary oath had barely dried when Lyerin found himself surrounded by his new tribe members, all cramped inside a massive, reinforced truck.
The steel beast groaned under the weight of the passengers and the huge Pig Orc, whose imposing frame seemed to barely fit, even as it sat still under Lyerin's control.
Lyerin, however, chose to sit on top of the Pig Orc's head, his relaxed posture at odds with the tense mood swirling through the air.
Trailing behind them, a swarm of choppers and armored vehicles shadowed their path.
The government's fleet kept close, their engines humming like an ominous undertone to the strange alliance they had just forged.
One of the newly minted tribe members, a young recruit with wide eyes and a jittery demeanor, finally worked up the courage to ask, "Chief Lyerin, where exactly are we headed?"
