Epic of Serinor: Arcane Dawn

Glorg's Aspirations

“I’ve confirmed it myself, sir,” Dram told his commanding officer. “Graan is dead. The selection of the new Warchief is already starting."

“Then it’s time for us to go home, Lieutenant,” Glorg told him. “As of now, I am General Glorg, and soon, it will be Warchief Glorg. And you will be my captain.”

“Shall I begin to make preparations for our return?”

“Yes.” The new general turned from Dram to the figure behind him. Its scales glinted crimson in the flickering light of the fire. “The time for our ascension is at hand. Finally, the war will end, and there will be harmony between our races.” The figure smiled, broadly and full of serrated teeth. Glorg turned back to Dram. “You will have your wish at last, captain. No longer will it have to be us or them. Together, we will be unstoppable.”

Dram’s breath caught briefly, but he nodded. “Yes, general. You will make an excellent Warchief.” He turned to leave. He needed to ready his flight for their departure.


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