In the Throne Hall of the Ogres' Nation, the air was not just hot; it was thick with the Ogre King Chad's volatile rage. His huge, green-skinned form dwarfed the ornate, bone-and-iron throne behind him.
"What?!!" Chad roared, the sound shaking the very banners on the wall. The unfortunate Ogre guard before him seemed to shrink under the force of the king's fury.
"I am truly sorry, my King! The shipment failed... We investigated, but only found a flag. With the look of it, it belongs to Eldoria."
Chad's crimson face paled slightly, a frightening sight on a creature of his magnitude. "Huh? God Wolf? Why was he in such a place? And at the worst time ever!" He sank heavily onto his throne.
"What about the Wendigos?"
"They were completely wiped out, my King. No survivors."
