Orus wasn’t even sure how you managed to find him. All he knew was that you stood before him in your pathetic armor with your equally pathetic sword held between your steady hands.

What hopes did you, a mere mortal, have in fighting a god? It would have been adorable if it weren’t so insulting.

Leave it to a kingdom of humans to send their “champion” to battle on their behalf. They’d sent you to your death.

“Tell me, little one, do you truly think you can win?” He asked, tilting his head.