"I'll make sure you're satisfied."
Orgood smiled faintly, his spotless white robes flowing like silk, his eyes narrowed with a gentle warmth.
"Wait, who the hell is this guy? Iron Fist's twin brother?"
Madman's jaw dropped. The newcomer looked like an untouched youth, serene and kind, even lifting his hand in a friendly wave at the crowd.
"Who are you?"
Oliver froze, his instincts screaming. One old monster was already more than enough of a headache, and now two more Orsons had suddenly appeared? His entire revenge plan was collapsing into madness.
Could this mean his path of vengeance was about to be doubled back against him?
"Be kind. My children should carry the world in their hearts."
Orgood's smile widened. He reached a hand toward Oliver's shoulder, as if to pat his son. Oliver recoiled in horror.
