The group finally arrived at the edge of the orc camp. The air was thick with the scent of smoke and the faint stench of blood. Fires burned in crude pits, and the guttural growls and laughter of orcs echoed through the area. Galathor stopped, his gaze narrowing as he assessed the camp, his warrior instincts sharpening.
Alex stood beside him, hands casually resting on his hips, while Lumi wiggled slightly on his shoulder, clearly restless. "So, Galathor," Alex began, "what class do you want me to use for this? Your call."
Galathor glanced at him, his stern face unreadable for a moment before he replied, "Your strongest class. I want to see the limits of what a god race can do."
Alex smirked, a glint of excitement flashing in his eyes. "Strongest class? Got it." He stepped forward and clapped his hands together. A faint golden aura surrounded him as he began to transform. His casual demeanor shifted into something more intense, more focused. "Sage class it is."
