Far deeper in the orc area, nestled among blackened trees and towering rocks, sat a throne made of stone and beast skulls.
On it slouched a massive orc, and even though it was still seated, it was already many times taller then the average man.
Its body was a grotesque sculpture of muscles upon muscles, each bulge twice larger than a grown man's torso.
Jagged tusks curved upward from its lower jaw, and thick black-red tattoos lined its veiny arms.
Dozens of bones, broken limbs, and hollowed-out skulls lay scattered around the throne's base like discarded toys.
Two gigantic orcs flanked him on either side.
Each was armored in thick, rust-covered black plate mail, and stood over three feet tall, their expressions grim and unmoving.
Both had colossal twin blades sheathed at their sides—almost as long as Riley's entire body.
The hulking orc king leaned back lazily in his crude throne.
Then—
He yawned.
A deep, rumbling sound that shook the bones littering the chamber.
