Doughstomper’s form sprinted through back alleys of Yakgwa Village, mace clutched to his side. “STUPID MORTAL RITUALS!” It bellowed, crashing into a stack of red pepper barrels. Villagers cried out as the ogre stormed into the Magistrate’s Office.

“WHERE'S THE SHRINE'S MAP?!” It snarled at a trembling clerk, slamming a fist onto the oak desk (and instantly breaking it).