As the Bloodfang Clan moved toward the entrance of the catacombs, Grounad, the mightiest warrior of the Bloodfangs in their younger generation, paused.
His massive frame loomed over the crowd, and his eyes narrowed as he shifted his gaze toward the Dreadmaw Clan.
There was something simmering in his mind, something that was eating his head ever since the first mention of the catacombs.
He finally spoke, with his voice cutting through the tense atmosphere like a blade.
"Hold on!" Grounad's deep voice echoed across the gathered Orcs, halting their movements. "The Dreadmaw Clan—they're not as weak as you think. Let us have a discussion first."
This sudden proclamation sent a ripple through the other Orc clans.
The murmurs started immediately, the confusion spreading like wildfire.
The Thunderstrike Clan, known for their speed and agility, were the first to exchange looks of surprise.
