"Did I tell you to leave?" The cold voice of Nemesis made Cumba freeze on the spot. He felt the closeness of death like never before.
"Please forgive me for my actions, great god," Cumba pleaded, fearing what Nemesis would do to him for his previous actions. Nemesis ignored Cumba and his pleas as if he never existed, instead facing the demon orcs. "Gather every belonging you see as important. We will be migrating to the place I dwell in," Nemesis ordered, the demon orcs obeying his instructions without delay.
Some hours later, the demon orcs were ready to depart, having carried the things they felt were valuable—which, obviously, wasn't much.
The demon orcs, along with Nemesis, began their journey to the demon goblin settlement, Cumba following behind like a lifeless puppet, the dread of his imminent death washing over him.
"Great god, you are finally back!" Erisu ran toward Nemesis with reverence, having waited anxiously for his return.
