Volk stared at the glowing notification in front of him, the words burning into his mind:
| All the elves are safe in the Orzaroth Realm. |
For a moment, he exhaled a sigh of relief, his tense muscles relaxing slightly. But then, an uneasy realization struck him like a bolt of lightning.
His breath caught in his throat, and his heart began to race.
"If they're in the Orzaroth Realm… and the system was really telling me that…" he muttered, feeling a sudden chill, "Does that mean... we're not?"
The enormity of the situation weighed down on him, his mind racing with questions. His hand tightened around the handle of his axe as his eyes scanned the dark, unfamiliar surroundings.
The caverns that once felt like a battleground now seemed like the maw of a beast that had swallowed them whole.
Without warning, Volk turned toward the older generation of Dreadmaw Clan Orcs, his voice laced with confusion and desperation.
