The moon, a pale sentinel in the star-strewn sky, bathed Khao'khen in its ethereal glow. A quiet energy hummed within the orcish encampment, a mixture of exhaustion and anticipation. The warriors, most with wounds carefully bandaged, sat before their tents, their eyes flickering with an insatiable hunger for battle. Their victory over the Ereian forces had been hard-earned, brutal, and decisive, but it had only whetted their thirst for more.