The wizards have finally managed to open the new rift, and it led straight to the mortal world. Untold trillions of billions of orcs had all waited for this very moment. They had suffered from hunger for far too long, and they could finally feast once more.
Their worlds, twelve worlds to be more accurate, were already colonized in their entirety. Each solar system had at least nine planets, each being more than six times the size of the mortal world's planet, and yet, it wasn't enough.
They just like humans, being born from an endless cycle of evolution and adaptations, and unlike most mortals, they only discovered magic in the past half a million years. They weren't attuned to it for most of their history.
"Here, lunch." A three-meters-tall orc wearing a tight, armored bodysuit approached the group of chatting orcs and threw them a handful of what looked like black toothpaste tubes. "More ORC-paste? Don't we have anything else?"
