Chương 291: Confuse them

The shadows in the cave swallowed everything whole—the light, the sound, and even the faintest sense of time.

It was as though the very air had thickened, suffocating any trace of clarity or warmth.

The Ogres and Orcs moved like spectral figures through the murk, their lumbering forms occasionally silhouetted by the fleeting glow of torchlight before they were consumed by darkness once more.

Volk stood in the center of his horde, his gaze sharp and calculating as he observed the task before him. His eyes gleamed like predatory embers, cutting through the dark.

"Cover everything," he ordered, his voice a low snarl that carried through the echoing chambers.

"Every track, every footstep, every scuff of claw or hoof. I want nothing left behind that those winged pests can follow. Confuse them. Trap them in their own arrogance. Let them believe they're the hunters—until the dark swallows them whole."