Grel'thak couldn't fathom the depth of Ragon's knowledge and insight. He let out a deep growl, his eyes narrowing as he wrestled with the idea of how this young man seemed to know so much.
Bound by chains and with his core under Ragon's control, however, he had no choice but to comply.
"The Orc territories," Grel'thak began, "are beyond anything your human lands could comprehend. Compared to the Vardos Continent, our lands span twice its size—an expanse of rolling plains, jagged mountains, and dense forests, each filled with countless tribes united under the Orc Sovereignty."
Ragon folded his arms, leaning casually against the wall. "Go on," he prompted. "How does your hierarchy work?"
"There are six levels within our ranks, much like your human cultivation stages," Grel'thak explained. "The Star Stage is where every Orc begins. Unlike humans, even our weakest are born with the strength equivalent to a three-star warrior. Fighting is in our nature—it's in our blood."
