The Divine Artifact Book of Knowledge, a Preliminary Consensus

Norris Continent.

The Northlands, a realm of majestic snow-capped peaks.

A world of ice and snow occupied two-thirds of the northern lands of the Norris Continent. Humans occupied the warm southern third, while the orcs could only crowd into the frigid Northlands.

But now, even this brutal living environment was no longer suitable for the orcs.

Those mindless, muddleheaded orcs who only knew how to eat had no idea what was about to happen.

But the Raven Orcs knew. As the brains and bearers of wisdom within the great orcish family, the Raven Monarch knew the most—and was the most afraid.

The war against the human Empire had ended. The orcs had suffered a crushing defeat, and the Great Being, the only one from whom they could receive a response, had vanished as well. It no longer answered Its believers. Even the Raven Orcs, who had primarily served It, received not the slightest favor.

The Raven Monarch already knew that the Behemoth Monarch had begun moving toward the coast, attempting to find safe territory upon the waters where the Behemoth clans could hide from the coming calamity.

The other Orc Royal Courts were much the same, each seeking what they believed to be a safe environment.

But the Raven Monarch did not believe they were right.

Because none of them knew as much as it did.

That was also what terrified it. In its view, even fleeing to the sea would not allow them to escape the calamity. No—so long as they remained in the world of the Norris Continent, escape was impossible.

Thus, the Raven Monarch began seeking every possible way to flee this world.

As orcs, the Raven Orcs did not possess many methods. Especially since the Great Being had merely bestowed upon them intelligence and minds.

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