The sight of meteors falling from the sky before his eyes left an impression on Drolu as deep as a brand.
It was the nightmare that had tormented him and his two Orc brothers for more than a decade.
Yet as he gradually grew stronger, the comfort brought by his wife Gelina and their children had slowly scattered the nightmares that jolted Drolu awake at midnight.
But one regret had always remained in his heart.
After honing his martial skills in the mines of Zelandia, he had returned to the great snowy mountains of the Spine of the World, returned to his own Frostwolf Tribe, and finally defeated the chieftain father he had once wished to kill countless times—
Yet he alone had failed to keep the promise he made when he left the tribe.
To save his mother.
In the end, he had returned too late. He later learned from one of the Tribe Members:
After Drolu had taken those Orc brothers deep into the Underdark, the woman who had once depended on each other with him had already died in the bitter winter of the following year.
What drove Drolu nearly mad was that his mother had not died of illness, nor of old age, but rather—
In the tribe to which she had silently devoted her entire life, she had starved to death alive!
All because, after giving birth to Drolu, illness had left her unable to bear children again.
She had lost all value to the tribe. After her death, she had even been eaten by the Orcs.
Not even a gravestone had been left behind.
This was what the Orcs called custom!
This was the tribe that boasted of Orc honor!
This was the Beast God's so-called protection?
"What use is a god like you