"Who are they?" I asked immediately, my voice lowering to a whisper.

"They look like a group of laborers. Two giant paw worms are supervising them. There's also a tiny fellow clad in an attire resembling the Sacred Wing race's clothing," said Anxashe.

"Are you sure they're heading toward the warehouse we're in?" I asked.

"Yes, and they're about to enter. I need to hide. Wargods, take note of my signal," said Anxashe as he hurriedly hid.

A minute later, the sounds of movement came from the warehouse's door. Shortly after, the door opened.

"Faster, faster. Move these raw materials to the workshop ahead of us," said a voice. Surprisingly, the language was the Eternal language.

I hid in the darkness behind the pile of crates as I observed them. There were two giant paw worms supervising more than ten chubby beasts in the group. They were walking straight toward our hiding spot. It was clear the crates piled in front of us were their target. A Sacred Wing race official wearing a black robe walked behind...