Unrestricted Warfare

"For the coming offensive, I need you to locate every possible transportation hub."

Guk said, draining the wine from his cup in one gulp.

"Why?"

Grakas, representing the Wendigo, also emptied the liquid in his cup.

The participants in this gathering sat on enormous sofas and chairs while Snotlings brought out a lavish feast.

Though the Orks wore huge gloves, they could still deftly bring food to their mouths, which fascinated Grakas.

Despite their massive builds, they were remarkably agile.

"The key to war is speed."

"This threat..."

Grakas nodded.

"Your Majesty Guk, are you serious? Launching an attack during the flood season—frankly, it feels more like a gamble to me."

Guk smiled and skillfully pried open an oyster that looked tiny within his glove, then put the pink flesh into his mouth.

"You've already seen it. The boyz are preparing. What would you call it? An exercise?"

"It isn't an exercise."

Bucktooth cut in from the side.

"I've seen the magic those Shrimp use. Honestly, they don't know what they're doing."

"In essence, it is what humans have always called magic throughout their history."

Grakas nodded.

"It is ugly and powerful, existing alongside the world as we know it. It comes from the void."

"And this is what you call Chaos?"

Guk frowned. This man and Hannibal had mentioned these things to him more than once, but he had no interest in something that did not even possess a physical form.

"We call it Chaos, but the term is highly inaccurate. It is a primordial force that can be wielded by those who fall under its influence."

"You've seen it before?"

"Yes, my lord. Once or twice... It is a calamity for the entire world, a poison spreading unchecked in certain places, enough to overturn one's will and transform