From her vantage point, Bong Me-Eon watched in disbelief as the Horde below celebrated their victory. Her brows furrowed deeply, lips pressed into a thin line.
"How...?" she muttered to herself.
Most Orc tribes were chaotic, mindless, throwing themselves into battle with no real strategy or cohesion.
But this tribe—they were different.
They were organized, disciplined, and frighteningly responsive to their leader, leader.
Even though she was an S-class ranker, she knew that taking on such a well-coordinated group, especially ones that could turn into Ogres, would be beyond even her abilities alone.
Her mind raced with questions.
"Is it because they can turn into Ogres?" she pondered aloud, turning over possibilities in her mind.
Ogres were typically brutish, cannibalistic creatures, known for their wild nature and lack of reasoning.
