CHAPTER 510
"....."
The Ogre King stood nearly twice the height of his kin even while seated, his enormous frame towering above the surrounding creatures like a walking fortress.
Every inch of his body was covered in thick, dark-green skin, stretched tightly over layers of densely packed muscle.
His shoulders were impossibly broad, his arms thick enough to resemble tree trunks, while his enormous hands could easily engulf a human torso.
Every movement carried tremendous weight, yet there was nothing clumsy about him. He moved with the controlled confidence of a creature completely aware of the overwhelming strength contained within his body.
Two massive tusks protruded from either side of his lower jaw, curving upward toward his cheeks.
A pair of thick horns swept backward from his skull, framing his brutal features. His eyes burned with a deep crimson glow, devoid of the wild frenzy displayed by the lesser Ogres.
Instead, they radiated intelligence.
And authority.
