The maze was eerily quiet now, as if the very air had stilled in the wake of Lyerin's unexpected triumph.
He stood confidently at the center of the Stonehooves Tribe, watching the newly tamed pig Orcs obediently disperse into the labyrinth, following his silent command.
They moved in packs of ten, lumbering through the narrow, twisting corridors like sentries.
Lyerin, still grinning, felt an odd sense of satisfaction as they obeyed him without question.
Corora, her curiosity overwhelming her, finally broke the silence as she approached Lyerin.
Her footsteps were slow, hesitant even, as if she still couldn't fully comprehend what had just happened.
"Lyerin," she started, her voice unusually soft, "did you... did you really tame them?"
At her words, the rest of the girls, who had been lingering just a few steps behind, suddenly crowded around him.