[Giant Encampment - Commander Vorgath's Command Tent]
Commander Vorgath sat in his command tent, his massive frame making the structure look small despite being designed for Giant proportions.
His subordinate commanders stood in a semicircle before him, their expressions grim, their reports devastating.
"Tell me again."
Vorgath's voice was low, controlled, but carrying an undercurrent of fury that made even his veteran warriors nervous.
"How many teams have we lost in the past week?"
The senior subordinate, a scarred warrior named Thrain, stepped forward.
"Five patrol teams completely eliminated, Commander. That's more than hundred D rank warriors who've gone silent and failed to report. We've found some of the bodies, but..."
He hesitated, clearly uncomfortable with what he was about to say.
"But what? Speak plainly."
