Chiron turned slowly toward the three Orc chiefs, his presence commanding an oppressive silence. His crimson eyes glinted with something dangerous, and a faint smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.
The three Orcs knelt immediately, their massive frames shaking slightly under the weight of his gaze. After all, his level was significantly higher.
Even the female among them, who was known for her unshakable resolve, found herself trembling. The title "Prophet" left Chiron's lips, and it wasn't just a title—it was a proclamation, one that carried both blessing and threat.
