Volk's golden eyes swept over the gathered crowd, his presence commanding every ounce of their attention. He waited a moment, letting the silence deepen, before speaking.
"Do you believe," Volk began, his voice low and measured, "that an Orc can become an Ogre? That an Orc and an Ogre can be one?"
The question hung in the air like a thundercloud, drawing confused murmurs from both sides of the horde.
"That's ridiculous," one Orc muttered, shaking his head. "How could an Orc become an Ogre?"
"It's impossible," another said, his brow furrowed. "We're strong, but we're nothing like those giants. They're… different."
An Ogre grunted, its voice a low rumble. "Ogre… born Ogre. Orc… born Orc. No same."
Another Ogre nodded slowly, scratching its head. "Ogre big. Ogre strong. Orc… not same strong."
One of the Orcs stood, clenching his fists. "And what would we even gain from it? Ogres are stupid. They can't think for themselves. I'd rather stay an Orc than be one of them!"
