"Where… where am I?"
It was a familiar voice—one Orion hadn't heard in so long. It was his sister, Clymene.
Hearing her voice again after all this time, Orion's eyes grew misty.
But he was no longer a child. He was now the chieftain of the Stoneheart Horde, and he had to maintain his composure and authority at all times.
Taking a deep breath, Orion steadied himself and, alongside Rendall and Lorelia, walked toward the center of the six coffins.
At the same time, the other five coffins began to stir. Slowly, the five giant elders—Vargrum, Mordak, Zorn, Balgor, and Grendel—sat up one by one.
"What is this…?"
"Wasn't I dead?"
"Where am I?"
"…"
Each elder reacted differently, but their voices were all hoarse and unclear.
Orion understood why. Their bodies had been dead for a long time, dried and withered. Speaking was naturally difficult for them.
