Walking calmly through the corridors of the administrative building was a figure clad in a black mask with intricate golden patterns drawn across its surface.
He had his eyes fixed on the humans who were waiting right outside the building.
It was the team that had been sent out to raid the Orc Settlement; their leader had returned and was now scolding the friend of the soldier that they had left behind.
"You go back and bring that idiot! Else the boss won't pay us anything!" the leader yelled, the vein on his neck clearly visible.
The soldier flinched. "Yes, sir, I'll do that," he quickly replied, swallowing hard.
Mask heard the entire conversation, but he didn't seem to care about what they were saying. He walked to a stop in front of the group, and his gaze shifted to the orc that they had captured.
The orc was left in the corner, bloodied and still knocked out cold.
