Evolution begins with an ant colony

In the heart of the orc city, Ivy swiftly moved towards the storage room, a cavernous chamber carved into the heart of the rocky mountain that serves as the backdrop for their settlement. Situated near the central area of the orc city, the storage room is accessible through a sturdy stone door coverd with crude yet symbolic orcish markings.

It was where the impotant runes were kept for the teleportation gate. Her steps echoed through the stone corridors, and as she reached the storage area, she could see the orcs eagerly awaiting her orders.

"Listen up, everyone!" Ivy’s voice cut through the chatter of the orcs. "The runes we need are in that storage room. They are vital for the gate’s power, so handle them with care. We can’t afford any mishaps!"

The orcs, nodded in acknowledgment, ready to follow Ivy’s instructions. With her guidance, they pushed opened the storage room doors, revealing shelves filled with carefully organized runes. The storage room itself was dimly lit by strange touches, whose flames seemed like they would never go out.

"Each of you, grab a crate, and be mindful of the markings. The runes are delicate, and we can’t afford to break any of them," Ivy instructed, her voice carrying a firm tone that conveyed the importance of their task.

As the orcs began retrieving the crates, Ivy supervised their actions, ensuring that each rune was handled with the utmost care. Her occasional shouts echoed through the storage room, emphasizing the significance of their cargo.

"Steady with that one! Remember, the gate’s power relies on these runes. No room for errors," Ivy called out, her voice a constant reminder of the delicate nature of their mission.

With Ivy’s vigilant guidance, the orcs carefully transported the crates of runes toward the construction site. The runes, glowing with magical energy, were the final pieces needed to bring the teleportation gate to life.

As the orcs marched, their footsteps echoed as they approached the construction site with crates of carefully labeled runes, Ivy, with her keen eyes and pointed gestures, guided them toward Ember. The orcs, excited and eger to please, set the runes by the podium.

Ember, engrossed in the careful placement of the teleportation gate, looked up as Ivy approached him. "Ah, the runes. Good job, Ivy," he commended, wiping sweat from his brow. Find more adventures on Freewebnovel

Ivy nodded appreciatively, her eyes glinting with satisfaction. "Let’s get these runes in place," Ember called out to the orcs, who eagerly gathered around him.

During the organized chaos of rune installation, Azara, the orc princess, approached Ivy with a curious expression. Her silver hair glinted in the sunlight, her blue skin, ever so smooth and pearless, and her royal robes of white, gold and blue. "Ivy," she called out her with a blend of respect and curiosity, "when the gate is ready, do you think I could... see Akun? I’ve been hoping for an audience."

Ivy, momentarily taken by shock due to the unexpected request, hesitated before responding. "Princess Azara, it’s not something I can decide. Akun’s schedule is quite busy. But, I can talk to Ember later and see if we can arrange something."

Azara’s eyes sparkled with hope as she nodded. "Thank you, Ivy. It means a lot to me."

Meanwhile, Ember continued orchestrating the installation of the runes, his deep voice guiding the orcs through the complex process. The construction site was filled with purpose as the teleportation gate neared completion.

Meanwhile, Oliver’s knocks echoed through the wooden door of the cozy inn in the snowy border town. "Rise and shine, Leona, Hestria! We’ve got to get ready," he called out with a sense of urgency.

Inside the room, Leona, always the early riser, swiftly awoke from her sleep. Her eyes flickered open, adjusting to the dim light filtering through the curtains. Going trough her morning routine, she gracefully swung her legs off the bed and sat up, fully awake.

As Oliver continued his calls from outside, Leona wasted no time. She reached for her gear neatly arranged on a nearby chair – a well-crafted set of armor, a sturdy katana, and a cloak to fend off the biting cold. The clinking sound of metal and the rustle of fabric filled the room as Leona quickly equipped herself.

Meanwhile, Hestria, with a more leisurely morning routine, blinked her eyes open. The sound of Oliver’s voice and the commotion of Leona gearing up roused her from her slumber. A curious expression settled on her face as she watched Leona, already in her armor, preparing for the day.

With a yawn and a stretch, Hestria swung her legs over the edge of the bed. "You are up so early," she mumbled, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.

Leona flashed her a warm smile. "Early bird gets the worm," she teased, adjusting the straps of her armor. "Let’s get ready, Hestria. We’ve got a journey ahead of us."

As the two women readied themselves, the room filled with a sense of anticipation, knowing that beyond the inn’s cozy confines awaited a snowy landscape and the adventure that awaited them.

Hestria was inspired by Leona’s quick morning preparations, decided it was time to rise from the comfort of the bed as well. She reached for her outfit and gear, neatly arranged near the foot of the bed, and began the process of gearing up for the journey.

Meanwhile, Leona finished adjusting her armor and looked over to see Hestria getting ready. "I’ll wait for you outside," Leona called, her voice carrying a sense of readiness.

Once both women were fully equipped and ready, they made their way to the inn’s common area. Oliver, waiting in the hallway with a hint of impatience, sighed as they approached.

"You two were taking forever," Oliver remarked, his tone a mix of teasing and exhaustion.

Leona chuckled, "Sorry, slight oversleeping issue." @@novelbin@@

Oliver shook his head with a small-disappointed expression. "Doesn’t matter. We need to grab something to eat and hit the road. Time’s ticking."

The trio made their way to the inn’s dining area, where a modest breakfast awaited. Leona and Hestria quickly fueled themselves with a hearty meal, exchanging a few words about the journey ahead. As they finished their last bites, Oliver stood up.

"Alright, now we’re ready. Let’s get going," Oliver said, leading the way towards the snowy landscape awaiting them outside the inn.