(Moku's POV)
As Moku reflected on his role, one inescapable conclusion took shape in his mind: he was not a good leader.
He lacked competent managerial skills, his war strategies were often flawed and doubt frequently clouded his ability to make critical decisions.
In the beginning, he had succeeded in rallying the near-extinct orcs into a formidable clan known as the Dawnmist Tribe. But managing a dozen orcs was vastly different from leading hundreds of thousands of monsters now unified under the banner of the Wilwatikta Kingdom.
Over time, as his followers multiplied, Moku increasingly felt the inadequacy of his leadership.
Yet, every time he walked through his kingdom, he saw something that weighed heavily on his heart. In the eyes of every monster, he could see hope, admiration, and pride radiating brightly.
They were no longer the monsters humans dismissed as vermin.
