The female orcs had reached their destination under the cover of deep night, their wet clothes clinging to their bodies as reminders of the dangerous river passage that had brought them here. They had successfully breached the perimeters Borg had set up, slipping through defensive lines that should have caught them but didn't, exploiting the vulnerability Shava had promised existed. The lack of guards in this section was striking—almost suspicious in how poorly this area was protected. If one could call this protection to begin with.
Maui had no idea what truly awaited them in Borg's inner sanctum, and part of her wondered if this could very well be an elaborate trap set up by Shava. Perhaps the whole thing was a ruse—lure the Chieftess into a kill zone and eliminate the Stonehide leadership in one decisive ambush.
