Lyerin led his ragtag group of tribe members, the hulking Pig Orcs, and the mismatched warriors of the Stonehooves Tribe out of the towering maze.
The massive stone walls that had once been home to the Minotaur spirit now served as a reminder of the tribe's power, but outside those walls lay the real threat.
The decayed remnants of Earth's cities stretched out before them like a wasteland, where monstrous creatures lurked in every shadow.
"Move out!"
Lyerin ordered, his voice cutting through the air like a blade.
The Pig Orcs, enormous and grotesque in their forms, were already marching forward, their tusks glinting in the dim light, their eyes scanning for threats.
The rest of the tribe, armored in their scavenged gear, followed closely behind.
They were tense, some still unsure of their place, but Lyerin's confidence kept them moving.