Ranzur’s Blessing and the Puppet
"Ah, so in the end, this is it for me." The ogre slowly starts withering as his purple color fades away and leaves a now gray fur. Ranzur was no longer a big powerful ogre, his height now was some 2 meters and his gray body was skin and bones.
"Little one, compared to other Vajra's right now you are weak, but you have something they do not, and that is your mind." The old ogre knocks lightly on his head while smiling at Greenie who was gloomily looking down on him.
"Your way of thinking and belief differ greatly from theirs, that can be your biggest advantage, never forget that," Ranzur speaks with a voice filled with benevolence and care, it was hard to imagine that this was the enemy they fought just a while ago.