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The Bittrend Mountains.

A place known as a gathering spot for some of the most dangerous and powerful monsters reside.

Known for having various Dragons, both sentient and wild, make their nests there and cause trouble for the unprepared, or even sometimes the prepared. It was possibly one of the most dangerous places on the entire planet.

And now, near one of the few roads that can be safely traveled, relatively, through this area, a large group of Orcs had made a stronghold and had been attacking innocent people. Civilians, children, any who cross their path they annihilated. The mountains were known for common blizzards and snowstorms, as well as severe ice related Magus Weather such as Shatterstorms and Icicle Rain. That was why it was able to last for this long undetected. This situation was extremely dangerous to the point of death.

The Orcs were led by one of the most evolved of their species, an Orc King. He possessed abilities that would let him challenge and pose danger to even some of the mightiest on the planet, especially with his subordinates. Not just normal orcs, but those of exceptional ability like Orc Mages, Berserkers, and Generals were gathered. Many had high quality weapons and armor, and the Mages could cast a variety of exceptional magic. Needless to say, it was a terror for most people to travel to this area.

No, it could be said to be suicidal. The Orcs numbers were in the triple digits. At least 150, maybe even 200. No single sane person would be seen here on their own.

"Awwww....I think I got lost again..."

But nearby, out of sight from the Orcs for the time being, the son of the very concept of Death, Crimson Reaper, was wandering after having gotten seriously lost to a point where one would wonder how. One might think it was comedic, and maybe it could be said to be, but in truth getting lost in locations like this was a serious issue for someone who could rip a whole in space to travel to a place as they could sometimes...malfunction.