Crockta got up from his seat. He had returned, but there was no one around him. Tiyo and Anor’s beds were empty. It was already noon based on the sunlight streaming in through the window.0

They were in Spinora, where the major battle had occurred, and the city was in ruins.0

Only a few buildings remained, and those who survived set up tents and resided inside the World Tree when it rained. When morning came, they worked on reconstructing the village under the blessing of the World Tree.0

Crockta went outside and saw dark elves passing by in the hallway. They were the dark elves who nursed injured soldiers. When they saw Crockta, they flinched in surprise. Their eyes were laden with awe, respect, gratitude, and a hint of fear. Crockta was their ally, but he was also the chieftain of the orcs. He had the power to destroy the north any time.0

Crockta greeted them first, “It’s been a while.”0

“Crockta, you are awake.” Only a few knew that Crockta had received the curse of the stars. His public status was that he was in rehabilitation due to his injuries.0

Crockta smiled. He had a frightening face, but he thought his smile would put others at ease.0

“How has everyone been?” asked Crockta.0

“F-fine.”0

“…” Then an awkward silence ensued. Crockta was about to walk past them after a short nod when he heard their voices...0