Meanwhile, far away in another city, large clouds of smoke appeared out of a ruined building. The smell of death hit anyone who got close enough to the place before an arrow would follow, killing them.
At one glance, it looked like a survivor camp, just like any other. People were working outside, farming on corrupt soil that eats more resources than it gives, and some were engaged in combat training.
But one thing was common between everyone. They all wore thick metal collars with a number engraved on them.
The camp itself had been a shopping mall once. One could still see the faded signs above the broken storefronts, the cracked tiles on the floor, the rusted escalators frozen mid-step, going nowhere.
However, humans were no longer their primary occupants. They had been once, shortly after the apocalypse descended, but now the camp belonged to monsters… intelligent monsters who took over the base.
Large humanoid monsters, famously known as Orcs.
