In the orc camp, Shatterrock stared fixedly at the dragons, with no desire to flee.
It was not that he had accepted death, but...
If they truly wanted to hunt him down, he could not escape anyway. He might as well face them calmly, lest he disgrace a hero's spirit.
Then...
He saw the largest and most imposing Chaos Dragon at the front, as well as the man standing on its back.
The man wore a dark purple robe and stood atop the dragon's head, his hands hanging at his sides, his expression indifferent.
Hundreds of winged birdfolk with black-and-white feathers surrounded him.
As their wings flapped, they scattered golden holy light that fell across the dragon's back like a flowing layer of luminous dust.
Shatterrock's breathing stopped for half a beat.
What overwhelming majesty...
This man had to be extraordinarily powerful!
The Chaos Dragon stopped above the camp.
Its wings spread wide, and the shadow they cast covered the tent where Shatterrock stood.
It opened its mouth, its voice vast and ancient as it echoed throughout heaven and earth.
"By the holy decree of my lord, Supreme God Enzoth!"
The orcs looked at one another, unable to understand what this so-called Supreme God Enzoth even was.
The Source Realm had once possessed so-called faiths and gods as well, but they had mostly been fictitious.
Because the Source Realm's laws were chaotic and it had no world consciousness, its natives could not achieve godhood through faith. Most beliefs merely offered peace of mind and served no real purpose.
The orcs had beliefs too. They worshipped the "Spirits of the Ancestors."
The Spirits of the Ancestors were not fictional. They were soul bodies formed from the fallen warriors of countless tribes throughout the ages.
Shamans could communicate with the dead, granting