"Good thing you built these places sturdy enough."
Grak kicked the Big Mek on the floor aside and swaggered into the center of the hall, followed by squads of heavily armed, fully equipped guards.
The deep darkness in the hall, untouched by the lights, was made even more oppressive by the symphony of death beyond the thick walls. Many Orks had gathered around the Sun Palace, waiting in the darkness as the virus slaughtered the city's inhabitants more efficiently than the blades and axes in their hands.
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Grak seemed completely unconcerned. The deaths of civilians meant nothing to him.
By then, the screams had gradually faded, replaced by muffled groans. The pain and fear of a slow death blended into a distant, low roar.
"How long are you planning to hide in the dark like a rat?"
Grak demanded, dropping his battle axe from his shoulder and smashing a crater into the floor with a dull thud.
"The virus will soon die out on its own."
Faced with Grak's interrogation, Camille was the first to step forward.
"That is its purpose: to devour every living thing and leave the battlefield for the Decay Brotherhood's undead Wizards to control."
"How do you know?"
A pleasant voice spoke from behind Grak. Quillsana stepped out.
Camille froze for several seconds when she saw her.
"I have witnessed similar scenes before."
Camille finally gave that answer.
"You'd better be right."
Beluf glared at Grak first, then let out a low roar. Camille's answer had clearly failed to satisfy him.
"Grak, I won't be cooped up in this place for long! Soon, we'll launch an attack and slaughter those disobedient Shrimp!"
The Goff scanned his chiefs, whose brand-new armor was packed tightly within the hall.
"Stupid Jumpy! Didn't I tell you to get to