"You see now."
In the Sun Palace's council hall, Grak clapped his hands, and a large group of weeping men and women were escorted through the doors into the hall. Beluf's eye twitched when he saw them.
They were all human lords he had personally appointed.
Grak turned and pointed outside at the rising mushroom cloud, addressing the gathered lords.
"This is war. This is cruelty and death, the things you lot turn your heads away from because you don't want to see 'em."
Before this horrifying slaughter, the crying men and women supported one another, unable to comprehend the sheer scale of the extermination.
"You're too weak, but also too stupid. Maybe there were other idiots willing to protect you before, but things have changed. I know about your betrayal."
Grak continued. By then, the Orks around the hall had shut the iron doors one after another. They stood guard at the entrances, massive machine guns held across their chests.
By now, the hall was basically under the control of the Goff Legion. Beluf was desperately trying to think of a way to contact his men outside.
He glanced at Camille, and she immediately understood, giving him a nod.
"Your time of being tolerated is over."
Grak spoke, his thunderous voice brimming with strength.
"Right here and now, I'm putting this place back on the right path. We're gonna carry out the Boss's will for real, instead of playing house with Shrimp."
Startled cries and wails echoed through the room at Grak's words. He savored the sense of freedom that came with saying them aloud.
The time for secrecy and trickery had passed. Now he could reveal his grand plan, cast aside his false mask, and show his true purpose.
This was who he had always been.
"You can