"The sap of the first tree merged with the troll essence, and the mythical human tissues provided by Haldris. Each part tried to dominate the other. I left for the night believing I failed. As expected. Not worth wasting time on Haldris' project. And yet, what I saw the very next day left me panting in disbelief. You must understand, Adam. I've invented and built the first Gate, waged war against the demonic invasion with the humans, and rebuilt the orc civilisation from its ashes. But this... This was impossible... This was beyond us all—a realm-rank project without its will core, or support to help."
Grum'Thal pressed his elbows against the leather covering the war table. He lowered his face between his forearms, bumps pointed at Adam's wide eyes, green fire pulsing beneath his scars.
"Y... You created a mythical human?" Adam's voice echoed higher than usual, while his fingers clamped the edge of the table.
