Thundar was a giant. In the Stoneheart Horde, the giants were the race that stood directly behind Orion; their honor was inextricably linked with his.
"I am pleased that I see no discouragement or self-abandonment in you," Orion said calmly, looking at Thundar. "Keep fighting. I expect our giant tribe to produce several more giant lords."
As the Elder of Combat and the leader of the cavalry regiment, Thundar was a dedicated and battle-hardened warrior. His fighting spirit had not been extinguished; Orion could still see ambition in his eyes.
"I think that when that day comes, it will not only be your glory, but my glory as well," Orion continued, his gaze shifting to the training grounds, to Pallas and all the younglings of the Horde.
His expression turned solemn, his aura majestic.
"It is tiring to carry the entire giant tribe on my own."
Beside him, Thundar trembled slightly upon hearing his lord's expectations.
"Lord, Thundar will not disappoint you!"
