The orc village, nestled deep within the jagged cliffs of the Black Crags, loomed before them like a fortress built to defy the gods themselves. Massive wooden gates, reinforced with iron and adorned with the skulls of long-dead enemies, creaked open as the surviving warriors returned. The air was heavy with ash and the scent of blood, a grim reminder of the battle they had barely survived.
Jajwok followed at the back of the group, his steps unsteady as he adjusted to his new body. The youngling's muscles were smaller, its frame wiry and underdeveloped compared to the towering orc warriors. Yet, beneath the surface, Jajwok could feel a latent power, untapped and raw, waiting to be harnessed.
The villagers gathered to greet their returning warriors, their cheers of victory turning into murmurs as they caught sight of Jajwok. Whispers spread like wildfire—half in awe, half in suspicion.
"Is that… a human?"
