The village was abuzz with preparation. Word had come from the northern scouts: a demon horde had been sighted near the borders of orc territory. The demons were not mere wanderers but an organized force, their banners visible from miles away. Such a threat could not be ignored.
Jajwok stood among the warriors as Urgak outlined the plan. The chieftain had tasked them with a dangerous mission—eliminate the scouting party of demons before they could relay information back to their main force.
Urgak's deep voice cut through the chatter. "This isn't just about protecting the village. It's about sending a message. They think we're weak, scattered. Let's show them the strength of the Black Crag Clan!"
The warriors roared in agreement, their voices echoing off the cliffs. Jajwok stayed silent, his eyes fixed on Urgak.
"Jajwok," Urgak said, gesturing to him. "You're with me. If you can handle the Pit, you can handle this."
