Hill looked with a grave expression at the articulate tiger on the huge screen... It seemed that Telashir had been discovered by the Orcs and acted upon much earlier than he knew!
If these intelligent Magical Beasts were indeed all descended from the Beastkin of the Orcish race... then Gruumsh's attitude toward Telashir was not as indifferent as he initially thought.
After all, Corellon, who had always been extremely wary of the Orcish Pantheon, was completely oblivious to the origin of Telashir's Magical Beasts!
No, not entirely; at least the two Silver Moon Wolf God brothers were exceptions... But the wolf brother's Battle of the Abyss might not have been as simple as he once thought.
Beyond the Springwater and the Abyss Lord, other shadows lurked.
Hill touched Winter's Ring on his finger, a faint, murderous intent rising across his calm face.
Outside the inn, Soma said with a look of regret, "Although we received a blessing because of this, ensuring no more such offspring would appear... unless someone does something stupid to anger the Supreme God of the Orcs, his descendants will not have problems.
"But... the chieftain of back then was actually not very willing to get this result... The tiger taken away was a brother he had grown up with since childhood, and who willingly served as his mount.
"Yet no one dared to disobey Gruumsh's will, so he merely used the unique power in Hell at that time to brand his brother's neck with the imprint of his own milk teeth.
"Because those summoned into Hell were the souls of Orcs... such a Soul Imprint would be passed down forever along the bloodline.
"I used to think that what my family always said—that our ancestor was that unstoppable tiger chieftain—was just... overthinking it.
"After all, our