The coliseum pulsed with unease. What had once been roaring cheers dissolved into a low murmur that rippled through the crowd like restless waves.
"Is that an Elf?" one orc barked nervously.
"No...it can't be an Elf. Doesn't look like one."
"That thing… it fits the old tales. The description of a human."
"Bah, don't be stupid. Humans don't exist. They're myths!"
But on the high throne, the Great Chief leaned forward, his massive tusks glinting in the torchlight, eyes fixed on the figure below. His gut told him the truth his people dared not believe.
"…A human," he muttered, wiping the corner of his eye as if to clear away disbelief.
Rikon looked at him in horror. "Come on, Great Chief....you can't possibly mean that. Humans are long gone! Extinct for centuries. That thing must be some Elf trick."
