Grishka and Byung retreated to his private quarters, the heavy wooden door closing behind them with a solid thud that echoed through the stone chamber. The room was sparse but functional—a large bed covered in furs, a wooden table with maps scattered across its surface, and a single window that overlooked the settlement below. This was an important thing, Byung knew she was more than just an orc, she had the genetics to bring some strong babies into this world and with his system, there is no limit as to what they can accomplish.
The world would be theirs to take if they did inherit Grishka's strength but this was still an unknown factor. He had no idea what would happen nor what kind of babies he could create.
Byung gestured for Grishka to sit, and she lowered herself onto a wooden bench near the table. Her massive frame made the furniture look almost comical in comparison, but she moved with a grace that belied her size.
