It was almost noon when Cliff had been led into the middle of the village, as he walked, the curious looks of the crowd of ogres had made every fiber of his flesh shudder, it was not the first time that he felt that way but every time he faced it the feeling was always so hard to deal with. This feeling of being overwhelmed, this feeling of being close to death.
Everyone here was equal in strength to him, not counting the two variant ogres he had encountered yesterday and even their leader whom he had not even encountered yet, just by their presence Cliff had felt the abyss who separated them, was not someone he could face alone.
