Blackhand raised his right hand.
He stared at the quiet camp not far away, his eyes slightly narrowed, revealing a hint of suspicion and uncertainty. Although from a distance, the camp seemed calm and peaceful, no different from when they left—it even had ogres waving their arms and cheering for their return at the entrance.
But for some unknown reason, as Blackhand watched that jubilant fellow, he couldn't shake off a sense of unease, causing the four lumps behind his head to throb one after another.
This is not a good omen.
As an ogre, one can disbelieve the companions who grew up with them, disbelieve the vague prophecies of the shaman elders, even disbelieve their own eyes, but one must trust their innate intuition.
Because eyes can deceive, companions can betray, shaman prophecies can be misleading, but only intuition consistently guides.
