"Humans. You dare intrude on my home and kill my people? I will make sure to rip you both to shred!" The orc chief bellowed, his deep, guttural voice echoing across the desolate remains of the orc town like a death sentence. He was a giant among orcs—twice the size of his kin, with a build so dense and muscular it looked like his skin had been cast in stone. Thick green veins throbbed visibly across his arms, and his eyes glowed a furious crimson, framed by jagged black tattoos that ran like cracks across his forehead. He sat casually atop a grotesque throne fashioned from skulls—orc skulls, mostly, though the disturbing presence of human ones added a chilling message: no one was safe in his domain.
"Stop talking or I might just pummel you to the ground. Your breath stinks," Aaron said, pinching his nose with exaggerated disgust.
