In the South, at Stoneheart City.
While the fate of the Dusk Continent was being decided at a negotiating table and the world tunnels connecting two realms were being torn asunder, Orion stood upon the highest point of the Colosseum.
He carried Elara and Pallas, one on each of his broad shoulders, and accepted the focused adoration of his people and honored guests.
In that moment, Orion was the sun around which all other stars revolved, an object of reverence for thousands.
He wore a simple iron crown, a belt fashioned from the tusks of a great beast was cinched at his waist, and in his hand, he held a scepter that symbolized his power and station.
"I, Orion Stoneheart, King of the Giants, make this promise to all my people!" his voice boomed, powerful and resonant.
"From this day forward, the Stoneheart Horde will no longer know hunger! You will no longer suffer the cold! You will no longer be oppressed!"
