Gruumsh was furious beyond measure. He could almost hear the laughter coming from across the Multiverse... Even the Orcish Pantheon was about to become unstable.
He—the great Supreme God of the Orcs—had actually lost to an Elf in terms of strength... An Elf who had not even grown giant!
Who knew how many fools were staring blankly at him just like that idiot Baghtru below!
If Baghtru had not been his biological son... his biological son who would absolutely never betray him, Gruumsh felt that the first thing he would do after reforming his body would be send Baghtru back to Hell!
Damn it!
Toril was indeed sealed off right now, but... it was also attracting the most attention.
Gruumsh knew he absolutely could not leave just like this!
Of course he could get away if he wanted to. At least before the world of Toril completely cleared away Talos's traces, he could rely on the omnipresent wind to find a way out... Although this hateful little Half-Elf brat could also control wind, Talos was still the Lord of Storms. He would not be so easily dispersed by the winds of another world.
If he tried to devour it, though, there would be no hope of survival... Wind was the easiest thing to merge different winds into itself.
However, Gruumsh could tell that, putting everything else aside, the Half-Elf opposite him had the same lofty arrogance as Corellon.
Things he did not want, things he considered filthy... No matter how valuable they were, he would not spare them a second glance.
He was exactly like that fellow who had nothing but a pretty face. What a foolish way of thinking!
Plundering everything one saw—that was proof of being alive!
From the moment Gruumsh and Corellon were born, they had sensed