Wrock was running towards something.
Upon his arrival on the new continent he was dropped in the middle of a plain. The soft grass underneath him was ignored, for the place he was in was certainly not peaceful. The air was smoky, light highlighting the smog. Shouts could be faintly heard in the distance, and various explosions were occasionally heard.
Wrock was heading towards these sounds. As he traveled he soon gained sight on what caused the noise. Players desperately fighting hordes of monsters in an almost ruined fort. A horn sounded and the monsters retreated, causing many players to collapse on the spot from exhaustion.
He jogged forward, clearing the distance easily. Upon reaching the fort the players spared him only a glance before ignoring him.
The fort was in terrible shape, most of the walls were collapsed and destroyed. The inside looked like it was ransacked by an elephant. A pile of something was smoldering.
