The tension between them was thick enough to be cut with a sword. They stared at each other, red eyes against red eyes. The First General's aura surged and the pressure around him increased.
But still, Vacuse did not look away.
He smiled slowly and continued to rub the head of the monster. "Slumping Dragon and crouching Giant."
"What?" the First General asked, his eyes like hot coal.
Vacuse shrugged. "We are the slumbering Dragon. The Giant is the Empire. And they both turn in the same direction."
The First General understood his meaning and grunted.
The Empire is the Empire, and it is powerful, while the Orcs are not as united as before.
If the Warbine attacked the Empire, then there was no doubt that they would be crushed. Then the other High Clans would band together to fight the Empire and reap the benefits the Warbine left behind.
That was the same thing that was happening with the Vorrakyn and the Western Region.
