"The Roc-blooded race to the west is gone," Isilra reported, her voice flat. "They evacuated, stripped the land clean. All that's left is a massive, empty territory."
"Good," Orion commented. "I was wondering where I was going to park my allies' guilds. We're running out of space."
Isilra didn't respond to the comment. "To the east, the Fury tribe's gnolls were scattered during the Scourge. Some were absorbed by the Nightwing race along the Sunrise Sea. They're an aerial race, so the demonic invasion barely touched them. In fact, they profited from it, scavenging and hunting. Recruiting them will be difficult."
Orion could see the deep-seated weariness in her eyes. The Silverwood Realm wasn't weak, not really. It was just fractured. Everyone had their own agenda—fleeing, fighting, or just hiding and hoping for the best.
