Ogres were not Goblins.
The difference wasn't just in size or brutality; it was a fundamental difference in the quality of their existence.
Goblins were pests, vermin of the dungeon ecosystem that relied on overwhelming numbers to drag down prey. They were unawakened trash.
Ogres were different. Every single Ogre, from the moment it matured, awakened the Strength attribute.
They were engines of siege warfare wrapped in grey, calloused skin. While they possessed the intelligence of a hamster and lacked the swarm tactics of their smaller cousins, a single Ogre possessed enough raw power to crush an Initiate-ranked human into paste.
A glancing blow from those tree-trunk clubs wouldn't just break bones; it would even liquefy organs.
Judas analyzed the battlefield from the shadows. Summer stood beside him, her wand trembling slightly. Her Stagnate skill was a potent weapon against monsters with blood.
