He stepped forward, towering over the questioning Orc, his shadow long and foreboding. His voice dropped into a growl that seemed to vibrate in their very bones.
"These humans... these so-called knights and mages... they carry the bloodline of the Warlocks."
Gasps rippled through the crowd.
The mere mention of the Warlocks sent a chill down their spines.
Volk let the shock settle before continuing, his voice rising with righteous fury.
"Yes! The very Warlocks who butchered our ancestors! The ones who turned Orcs into mindless beasts, who tried to enslave our bloodline in the higher realm!
"They thought they had wiped us out, leaving nothing but ashes and chains in their wake. But we are here! Their mistake was letting even a single Orc survive!"
The Orcs stirred, murmurs of anger and disbelief spreading like wildfire. "Warlocks?" one growled. "Here, in this realm?"
