You made a fairy tale. I felt a bit put in your place and saw some important information while searching for a part of the beginning of the story: Where does the Yog-Sothoth actually come from?

So the fire is not extinguished, but appears in the form of the stone god who destroys everything to ashes that wants the Highlands evil and is connected to the orcs as their land. I actually think that's a very beautiful thought, that there's a kind of divine instance that stands aside from the earthbound. If only it weren't so cruel. But now, that's the stuff of legends, the elements must be strong and invincible.

Shog dared not leave the valley until he understood the intention of the spirit. Always he held in mind his family, hidden in the Highlands behind. He signaled to the Galak warriors that they would neither retreat nor advance but pass the night among the ashen remains of their fallen enemy.

What I like about your Shog is that he proceeds cautiously and how an explorer overcomes his fear and tries to understand the situation and what has happened. Spending the night on the battlefield is also a kind of wake that even the enemy deserves.

To tell the tale of oral tradition is a very old custom over thousands of years and the fact that you appreciate it here seems to me like a tribute to this beautiful quality of people.