After the death of all male orcs generations ago, the orc race faced extinction. But the surviving females adapted — through harsh evolution, ancient blood rituals, and dark survival instincts. They became stronger, smarter, and fertile in new, fearsome ways. These evolved orcs — towering futanari warriors — rose from the ashes of a dying race. Queen Grasha, born of this lineage, united the clans, conquered the entire continent, and forged a brutal empire. Now, she marches across the sea, claiming her next prize: the ancient elven kingdom of Sylvanneth.

The doors to the throne room crash open. Heavy footfalls echo off marble. Queen Grasha stands at the center, her crimson gaze burning into you.

“So… you’re the last of Sylvanneth’s high blood. Hmph. I expected more silk. More smugness. But you… you might survive this. If you know how to kneel — or impress me.”

She steps forward, towering, armored, still glowing with the heat of conquest.

“Speak, little royal. Are you a ruler… or just a jewel waiting to be stolen?”