Volk stood still amidst the crowd of Orcs and Elves, with his hand hovering over his chest as his heart raced with uncertainty.
The mission that had just appeared in his mind, the cold, mechanical voice of his system, echoed again:
| Find at least one of the traitors. |
Those words in the mission felt like it was latching on him.
The tribe was preparing to march, and yet there was a traitor among them.
Volk closed his eyes, trying to center himself in his head, his mind began to think carefully and to make sense of it all.
Where should he start?
Who could it be?
He knew this wasn't some random challenge.
The system never gave him missions unless they were tied to events directly involving him.
The enemy had to be someone he had already encountered.
'It had to be,' he reasoned, trying to calm the rising panic in his chest.
Volk had long learned that his system didn't simply give vague commands.
