Lin Seok stood on the rooftop, his eyes scanning the battlefield below.
The chaotic streets were littered with the bodies of the fallen, and smoke billowed from buildings that had been reduced to rubble.
His breathing was heavy, his heart pounding in his chest as he watched the scene.
Suddenly, one of the orcs moved.
Something was different—something unsettling.
He squinted, focusing on their movements.
The horde was splitting into three groups, each heading in a different direction.
Lin Seok knew that these Orcs are intelligent.
So he assumed that this wasn't the typical mindless charge of battle-hungry orcs.
No, this was calculated.
Strategic.
"What are they planning?" Lin Seok muttered under his breath, his brow furrowed in concern. He quickly turned to the other Pillars gathered around him. "Are the others sent here? Where are they now?"
