Although the other two clan heads from the main clans of the orc empire are quite stronger than Berivs, they were behind when it came to raw talent and skills. In the overseer's opinion, they are only ahead because they have lived longer! If Berivs should be given half the number of years these people have lived, he would have surpassed them and probably become a demigod.
"He is our race's hope… for that reason… I can't let you harm him" The overseer said with a calm smile on his face which could not be seen.
With the hood draped over his head, all that could be seen was darkness and a pair of blazing green eyes, terrifying enough to make Cyrus retreat instinctively as soon as he spotted it. But Derik was different!
Coupled with his hunger for chaos as the harbinger of death and his werewolf side, his body was currently trembling with excitement, up to the point where he consciously had to make an effort to prevent himself from attacking the overseer.