As the first light of dawn stretched its fingers over the rugged landscape of Wind Valley, the air was thick with anticipation. The addition of thousands of ogres to his ranks had transformed Bruce's military from a formidable force into an unstoppable army. With the recent acquisition of a lucrative mine, the shadows of financial turmoil that once loomed over his territory had all but vanished, like mist under the morning sun.
Bruce, standing tall and commanding atop the highest ridge, surveyed his newly expanded domain. The ogres, massive beings with muscles like coiled steel and eyes alight with newfound purpose, had settled in the eastern reaches of valley. Their presence near the fault zone was strategic. Meanwhile, the kobolds, smaller but fierce, had claimed Saiken Basin as their new home. Nestled close to the rich veins of black iron, they were poised to tap into the heart of the mine itself, forging their future with ore.