"Our Northern Wasteland will be peaceful for some time," Felipe said, his tone firm and serious. "This will be our golden growth period. We must become as strong as possible before chaos erupts."
"So, what about this Orc Main Tribe? Are we not going to attack it?" Luis questioned Felipe.
Felipe smiled and looked at Luis. Sometimes, words weren't necessary—just a smile could speak volumes.
Just a look could convey what years of experience had taught him.
"This trip will be a waste if we don't do anything; I will deliver the head of Prince Gombak first. Those orcs must feel fear."
Without waiting for a reply, Luis stepped forward, took a sack containing Gombak head, and entered inside the vortex.
But within moments, Luis returned, stepping out of the vortex as quickly as he had entered. His expression was a little different now—more thoughtful, more cautious.
