Kaiser straightened up, his long silver hair floating slightly under the effect of a breeze.
" I have the impression of being in a fairy tale of the knight who saves the princess in distress ?"
Under his eyes, massive and deformed silhouettes were painfully extracting themselves from the humus.
Five orcs, superior rare rank monsters, stood up in front of him. Their protruding jaws let viscous saliva escape and their bloodshot eyes fixed Kaiser with hatred. They brandished crude stone axes.
The closest orc let out a guttural roar, projecting fetid spittle.
"You ... leave ! This place ... belongs to the Princess !"
Kaiser tilted his head to the side
" Oh, you can talk ?" I thought you were only manifestations of her most basic nightmares. "Tell me, the princess in question, is it Sierra or that bloodsucker Shaytan who clings to her soul ?"
