Zul'gor's eyes widened in shock. He had lived for many years, witnessed countless battles, and heard many tales, but this revelation shook him to his core.
The man who had defied the heavens, the rider who had fought against a thousand divine warriors—his son stood before him now?
The orc shaman took a slow breath, steadying his thoughts. His mind raced through the memories of that fateful day, searching for any clue, anything he might have overlooked. But the more he thought about it, the more it made sense.
The resemblance. The presence. The fire in Nox's gaze.
It was all there.
"…You are his son," Zul'gor finally muttered, more to himself than to Nox.
There was a tense silence for a while. Zul'gor didn't see any reason not to believe Nox's words. Even the greatest con artist in the world could never fake emotions as raw as this.
Besides, Zul'gor was very adept at reading people, so he could tell that Nox was being honest.
