The Fate of Twin Moon Axe Clan 2

"Orakh is dead!"

At the announcement, the Orcs all went into chaos and went to see Orakh's corpse carried by his fellow warriors.

Evie and Ragnar looked at the commotion before they stared at Ren in the eyes. He was the only player who remained in his seat with a calm face and even breath.

"Ren . . . Orakh just died," said Evie, voice laced with concern in case that Ren missed the news.

"Ah . . . yeah. It's part of the mission to get the mask," replied Ren.

The indifference in his voice shocked Evie.

"You . . . you're not worried or sad at all?" she asked. Orakh had been with them since they got here. Though he was only an NPC, he didn't feel like one. He was more of a person than anything else.

In fact, Evie was treating Orakh like a player because he acted like one. A real person.

Ren only gave a half-shrug. "To get that mask and the true ending of the quest, some sacrifices have to be made."