The tent stood on the outermost edge of the Orc camp. It was surrounded by several smaller tents, their surfaces adorned with an array of human Armor, bleached skulls, and various weapons. Even from a distance, the sight exuded a murderous aura.
A flag emblazoned with a blood-soaked Long Sword hung from the tent's peak.
"There's no mistaking it. That's the Divine Emblem of the Orc god of strategy," Colin said, his eyes fixed on the flag.
Kase, eager to show what he knew, quickly chimed in. "I know this one. Yinavu, the god of strategy, is Gush's right-hand man. He's in charge of battlefield command. No other Orc has a sharper mind."
Silence fell over the group.
Hearing Kase speak the deity's name so directly, Colin was slightly worried something abnormal might happen, but there was no reaction at all.
'Perhaps it's because the Orc Deities have completely banished Kase's bloodline,' he thought, 'so they've been unilaterally cut off.'
"I have some good news and some bad news."
