And in the end, only the three of them remained. Whether the rest were scared or thought the Orc to be a gibbering and senile fool, the end result was the same. The elf was brief with her words, declaring she had little to lose. The Oracle found himself in the same boat, he was undeniably in the evening of his lifespan, especially with how weak his body was. The common orc died sooner than the common human not only because they fought, but it was the way they were built. Their strength shone brighter, but would also be snuffed out sooner. Grug simply nodded at her, accepting her words.

But if Nakreyya's speech had been short, then there was Fionn who would use all the time she had spared. That was not to say that the young man would have spoken matters of no importance, for his truncated history lesson was most definitely useful to the outlander and the orc, neither of which had had a reason to look into the history of a peninsula far away, or at least he presumed it to be so. All of the words he shared only fed into the visions he had seen: Everything seemed to check out for the Oracle. And as things were, these were their only leads. They would need to head for the ruins of Rzail Empire and put an end to this creature trying to break through its weakening seal. Karnorouri was to be banished from this realm. The faceless being now had a name.

Grug set his staff onto his lap and shook his head before speaking up: "Fionn... if we are to fight a lich that once ruled an empire... we will need more than simply us three. I have not seen a future where a group this small would have defeated the opposition. But of course since the futures I see are all of them, I may have simply missed it. There are so many different roads forward, each with their own destination. But for now, we have no option but to head on. Shall we remain for the night, or get on the road?"

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