Rest
Meanwhile, deep within the winding bowels of the cave, Volk and his horde of orcs and ogres finally reached a cavernous chamber.
The air was cool, damp, and heavy with the faint echo of dripping water.
It was a wide, expansive space, its ceiling rising into shadow, and it offered a measure of safety—at least for now.
Jagged stone formations jutted from the ground like the teeth of some sleeping behemoth, and small pools of water reflected dim light from the torches carried by the horde.
After hours of frantic marching, crawling, and strategizing, the horde finally came to a stop, their bodies sagging from the strain of the unrelenting pursuit.
Volk turned to face his soldiers, his eyes sweeping across the battered horde.
The orcs and ogres were covered in sweat, blood, and grime, their heavy breathing filling the cavern like a deep and ragged chorus.