Akhil flew swiftly towards the Dark Mountains. As he moved, he caught a distant sight of the orc reconstruction camp. He could see Aria, Nibo, and even the formidable Ryan still helping in the rebuilding of the village.
'I shouldn't head in that direction, I should leave them to focus on the reconstruction for now,' Akhil thought, about to take a slight detour to avoid distracting the camp.
But just then, with his sharp eyes, he caught sight of a group of figures leaving the camp and heading directly for the Dark Mountains.
Akhil raised a brow in surprise. It wasn't just one orc; it was a small group of them.
'Where are they going?' Akhil quickly altered his course, flying silently in their direction. As he got closer, he caught a clear look at the hunched figure leading the group.
It was Gon, the old orc, clutching a staff in his hands, leading the group sneakily out of the camp and toward the daunting peaks.
