The Black Crag Clan buzzed with anticipation. For three days, the village prepared for war, every orc working tirelessly to fortify their defenses and sharpen their weapons. The scouts' grim report of the demon horde's size had unified them, turning the village into a hive of determination.
Jajwok stood among the warriors as they reviewed their strategies, his gaze fixed on the horizon. Despite the rigorous training, his doubts lingered. His golden light had saved him once, but would it be enough to face an army of demons?
Urgak's voice broke through his thoughts. "Jajwok, with me."
The massive orc led him toward the chieftain's tent, where the most experienced warriors had gathered. The air inside was thick with the scent of leather and sweat, the walls lined with crude maps and weapon racks.
