Soon after they exited the only stone tower in the orc settlement.
As they did, Zul'gor shifted his gaze toward the orc settlement.
"Nox, before we leave, I must entrust something to you," the orc shaman said in a solemn voice. "These orcs… they are my people. My family. I cannot abandon them, but if war is coming, they will need protection."
Nox held his gaze without hesitation. "What do you want me to do?"
Zul'gor exhaled, glancing at the warriors training in the distance. "I have already set the foundations. The strongest among them are ready, and the young ones will grow. But strength alone will not be enough—they need strategy, leadership. A shield against what is coming."
Nox folded his arms, thoughtful. "You want me to protect them?"
"Yes," Zul'gor nodded. "You carry the blood of a man who stood against gods. I believe if anyone could guide our people well, it will be you."
