Byung sat upon his throne of bones, the feral mask still covering his face as he watched the massive orgy unfold before him. The bonfire crackled wildly, casting dancing shadows over the writhing bodies of goblins and Stonehide orc females. Moans, growls, and the sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the night air. The corrupted blood mixed with the libido enhancer was working perfectly.
A dark, satisfied grin spread across Byung's lips beneath the mask. "This… this is progress," he muttered to himself. "A significant step toward building the army I need."
