At this point, only a handful of Orc faction players remained. The once-formidable Ironblood Covenant had been reduced to a ragged squad—just Ironblood Warlord, Ironblood Falcon, and a few others. Most of their allies had already fallen under Guardian Isdal's blade, forced to release their souls and begin the corpse run.
Ryan led his squad carefully, weaving through trees and ruined buildings. They moved in silence, cloaked in shadow, until they reached a position not far behind the remaining Ironblood players.
The Ironblood members still had their real-time IDs displayed—an oversight that made Ryan's job much easier. He could clearly see who was who and plan accordingly.
"That Ironblood Warlord and Ironblood Falcon are both warriors," Ryan said, gesturing toward the two heavily armored figures. "No healers with them. They're not a real threat. Riverbank—just keep healing whoever they focus on."
