Liam was making his way toward the orcs' territory. The ground beneath his feet cracked with every step, and the air grew heavier the farther he walked.
The goblin had told him everything before it died—about the monsters, the territories they occupied and the ranks of the monsters.
The information was detailed, maybe too detailed. That alone made Liam suspicious.
They really do live up to their reputation as cunning little bastards, he thought.
The goblin had begged and cried, even offered information in exchange for mercy. Liam had listened, taken what he needed, and then ended its miserable life with one clean strike. It was business. Nothing more.
Now, he needed to verify whether the information was true—or if the creature had tried one last act of spite before dying.
The wasteland ahead stretched endlessly, the once beautiful state of New York now painted in dull shades of gray and brown, with bones of monsters jutting out of the cracked earth.
