The purple scar is close at hand.
Duanmu Huai sat on a chair made from a pile of broken garbage, staring at the big crack before him. His mind was filled with cheerful melodies, and the unified shouts of the Orcs made him feel a surge of excitement. Ever since he left the planet and embarked on this great WAAAAAAGH expedition, he had been in a state of constant exhilaration. He wanted to kill something and then smash something else.
He could feel the pulsation and roar emanating from the big crack, and like those Green Orcs, he was filled with excitement. During this period, Duanmu Huai repeatedly engaged in battles; he sought out the leaders of the Orc Clans, beat them up, and then led them, promising them a grand WAAAAAAGH expedition. This cycle repeated until now, where he had gathered a large army!
"Alright, we've arrived at our destination!"
Duanmu Huai stood up, brimming with confidence, pointed forward.
