Under the watchful eyes of the Zordrix world, the Jardil people, and all who had followed the rise and dominance of the Skyclaw Brotherhood, the landscape had shifted.
The once-proud warriors of the skies, Velros Skybreaker's legacy, were now reduced to smoldering ruins and scattered survivors.
It was a nightmare unfolding in real-time, with no way to stop the relentless tide.
The Pig Orcs, their green skin glistening in the twilight, marched with a newfound precision, their brutal savagery now sharpened into a disciplined force.
Each footfall thundered through the ruined maze, a harbinger of doom.
As they moved with eerie coordination, their gaze set on the Skyclaw Brotherhood settlement, the Jardil people in Zordrix watched helplessly.
The surviving members of the Skyclaw Brotherhood, those who had somehow stayed behind, had rallied at their stronghold.