Dormon was taken aback, leaning back as confusion spread across his face.
"All my life, you have sacrificed my kin for your own sake, your own gain. But enough is enough." Dorhal said, glancing back to his army, "These men are more of my brothers than you will ever be."
Dormon was taken aback when he heard this. It reminded him of a thing he had said only earlier that day.
'Brethren? Those pathetic insects are no brethren of mine. I alone am the king... the only other orc in these mountains that shares my blood is you.' These were the words that Dormon had said to Dorhal, and they repeated over and over again in his head.
'How ironic...' Dormon thought inwardly. He felt an array of emotions.
Rage toward his army for not following him. Anger toward his brother for stealing his dream. Malice toward Midas and his army for all that they had made him go through.
But above all else, he felt sad.
