{Meer Calendar, 20 October, 1 Year Before Demon War}
Everyone present in the meeting room fell silent.
The coldness of the dark room spread throughout their bodies and pierced their trembling bones.
The Lost Hope.
The Forgotten Sacrifice.
The Dreams become Myths.
Hoddurt's breath caught in his throat, his parched lips trembled, his wide-eyed eyes didn't even flinch.
He wanted not to believe whatever Moku said, but Moku's story made so much sense and made what he believed in all this time wavered.
If Moku's story was true, then all this time the goblins had really insulted their ancestors.
It wasn't just insulting, they even beat their ancestors down and then spat on them.
Hoddurt didn't want to believe it, but guilt crept into his heart, making his whole body tremble.
"Even though the Mage destroyed the orc tribe and left nothing but ruins and young children, I managed to find some writings in the orc ruins.
