99 False Demigods (1)

"How interesting…" Aleks's calm voice was the only sound between the two as they stared at each other.

Aleks cocked his head to the side and observed the Orc Shaman from head to toe as if he were studying an animal. His golden mask emitted a light glow and data flickered across his retina.

"It seems that you Orcs have hidden your trump card quite well. This is.. unexpected, but not surprising. It makes sense that only through significant strength could your kind thrive in such a dangerous place with so many powerful foes surrounding you. One Legendary being is hardly enough to keep your foes at bay."

As Aleks spoke, the tendrils he was standing upon began to recede, gently placing him on the ground in an elegant manner.

"Who are you?"

The Orc Shaman's voice was gruff and somewhat disembodied. It was more like a collection of voices merging as one.

"Who I am is not important. I think you should care more about why I've come."