Remoran had been traveling for days, surviving off the land and his own wits. He had left Sharil behind, and with it, the suspicion and mistrust that had plagued him. But he was not alone on his journey, for he had Orkinder, his sword, by his side.

As he trudged through the rugged terrain, Remoran couldn't shake the feeling that Orkinder was leading him down a dangerous path, but he also couldn't ignore the power that the sword had granted him.

As he walked, he began to feel a change within himself. His senses became sharper, his strength and stamina increased, and he felt a newfound confidence in his fighting abilities. He could smell the slightest hint of prey from miles away, and his night vision was sharper than ever. It was as if Orkinder was enhancing his every sense, making him more powerful than he had ever been before.

But with each passing day, Remoran felt more and more disconnected from his own thoughts and feelings. Orkinder's voice echoed in his mind, urging him forward, pushing him toward a certain location within the Shadow Peak Mountains.

Remoran gazed upon the Shadow Peak Mountains, a formidable sight rising up in the distance. The peaks were shrouded in mist, their jagged edges cutting through the clouds. The mountains seemed to loom over him, casting a dark and ominous presence that made his heart race with fear and excitement. Their sheer size and majesty made him feel small and insignificant in comparison, yet he couldn't help but feel drawn to their power and mystery.

As he traveled deeper into the mountains, he began to feel a sense of unease, as if he was being watched. He tried to brush it off as paranoia, but he couldn't shake the feeling that he was not alone.

One night, as he sat by the fire, Orkinder spoke to him. "We are close," the sword said. "Closer than we have ever been before."

"Close to what?" Remoran asked, his voice low.

"The place where I was forged," Orkinder replied.

Remoran felt a chill run down his spine. He had heard stories of the ancient orcs that were living in the mountains, of their power and their magic. But he had never believed them to be true.

"Why are we going there?" he asked.

Orkinder was silent for a moment before speaking again. "You will see," the sword said. "But you must trust me."

Remoran wasn't sure if he could trust the sword, but he knew that he had no choice. He was in too deep now, and he couldn't turn back.

That night, as he slept, he had a dream unlike any other. He was standing at the edge of a cliff, overlooking a vast expanse of mountains and valleys. He could feel the wind in his hair, the sun on his face, and he felt a sense of peace wash over him.

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And then he heard a voice, a voice that he knew to be Orkinder's. "This is your destiny," the sword said. "This is where you belong."

Remoran woke up, feeling confused and disoriented. He knew that he had to keep going, that he had to trust the sword and follow its lead.

And so he continued his journey, deeper and deeper into the mountains, unsure of where he was going or what he would find.

As he slept each night, Remoran's dreams grew more intense. He saw flashes of the orcs who had forged Orkinder, working tirelessly in the shadowy depths of the mountains. He saw the dark magic that had been woven into the sword, felt the power of it coursing through his own veins.

But even as the dreams grew more vivid, Remoran could not shake the feeling of unease that plagued him. He could not help but wonder why Orkinder was leading him to the Shadow Peak Mountains, what the sword's true purpose was.

As he climbed higher and higher into the mountains, the air grew thin and the temperature dropped. The terrain grew more treacherous, the rocks slick with ice and snow. But still, Remoran pressed on, driven forward by the power of the sword.

As Remoran climbed the final stretch of the peak, his heart pounding in his chest, he felt a sense of exhilaration and fear. He had never been this high before, never felt so alone and vulnerable. But he also knew that he was on the right path, that he was following Orkinder's whispers to his true destiny. As he reached the summit, he caught his breath and took in the view before him. The Shadow Peak Mountains stretched out as far as the eye could see, a vast expanse of rocky peaks and deep valleys. The clouds hung low, obscuring the highest peaks, and the wind howled through the jagged rocks.

But as he turned to descend the other side, he saw something that made his heart skip a beat. A crude trail snaked down the side of the mountain, disappearing into the unknown. He knew that this was where he was meant to go, where Orkinder was leading him. But he also knew that the trail was dangerous, that one misstep could send him tumbling down the rocky slope.

He hesitated for a moment, wondering if he was ready for this, wondering if he had the strength and skill to make it down safely. But then he felt Orkinder's voice in his mind, urging him on, promising him power and strength beyond his wildest dreams.

Just then Remoran’s heightened senses picked up some sound coming from all directions. Suddenly a group of Orcs emerged from the shadows, Remoran felt his heart rate increase and his breath quicken. He knew what these creatures were capable of, and the memories of his family's farm being pillaged and destroyed flooded back into his mind. Rage and hate took control of his thoughts, and he drew Orkinder from its scabbard with a fierce determination.

The Orcs seemed confused in an almost reverent way when they saw Remoran’s sword leave its scabbard.

The Orcs charged at him with a ferocity that was unmatched, but Remoran met them head-on with his sword. The clang of steel on steel echoed through the mountains as he fought with a strength and skill that he didn't know he possessed.

Blood flew through the air as he sliced through Orc flesh, taking down one after another. But the Orcs were relentless, and Remoran found himself being pushed back by their sheer numbers.

As he swung his sword in a wide arc, one of the Orcs managed to land a blow on his head, and everything went dark.