Several figures moved slowly across the desolate battlefield.
"We were just a little short this time."
Kaoreish, at the rear of the group, spoke softly. Among the Orks, he looked so short, like a tagalong Snotling.
"I woke up earlier this time. I changed that memory. My actions were different from before, but it still wasn't enough."
"Try again next time."
Ur spoke, sounding distracted.
They passed through stretches of silent ruins and arrived in the residential area above Dunwich Cemetery. The temperature here was very low; if they had set out earlier, they might still have seen traces of frost.
Clusters of winter moss covered the pale gray and milky white ruins: deep purple, light purple, blue, and red. Some were as rough as sandpaper, while others resembled velvet.
Unlike before, this group had an additional unfamiliar Ork.
He was draped in heavy furs and full leather armor. His mask, helmet, breastplate, pauldrons, and bracers were all made of gleaming black leather, covered in intricate knots. Long Squig dreadlocks protruded from behind his helmet, waxed into an S-shaped tail.
Even more strikingly, his black mask had been shaped into the furious visage of Gork, its savage expression enough to make evil spirits recoil.
He was one of the powerful psychic warriors under Mogtrakka. Unlike ordinary Weirdboyz, they not only possessed sufficient control over their own powers, but also surpassed most Orks in martial skill.
He had joined Ur's group this time because of a special mission.
Ur also wore his dark brown leather armor, though its design was far simpler. He had only a half-mask covering his eyes and no helmet. The rest of the armor was plain and undecorated.
After conducting a simple reconnaissance of the surroundings, the Ork psychic warrior called Sato Stormeye crouched atop a stone