Jezz and Oth spent the next few days preparing for the inevitable war alongside the orc warriors. The tension in the air was thick, but it was balanced by a newfound sense of purpose that reverberated throughout the village.
Every orc, from seasoned warrior to the youngest trainee, moved with an energy driven by readiness and resolve.
As Jezz looked around, he couldn't help but marvel at the unity forged through mutual need and shared danger.
One evening, as the fires burned low and the village settled into the quiet hours before dawn, Jezz heard soft footsteps behind him.
Turning, he saw Varda, the village's elder sorceress, who had first questioned his resolve and belief in their alliance. In the dim light, her eyes held a depth that made Jezz feel she could see straight through him.
"There is something I must show you," Varda said, her voice barely more than a whisper. "Come with me."
