Cain sat beyond the clouds. His throne was obscured by a dense veil of cloud, but even that could not obstruct his piercing gaze as he watched the battle below.
He watched the True Orc move with terrifying power and skill. The earth bore witness to his raw might. Craters scarred the battlefield, while massive ravines split the land in several places. Fields of wheat had been flattened, and entire trees had toppled into the newly formed chasms.
The landscape itself had changed. A battle of the gods indeed. All this devastation from nothing more than blows and kicks.
Even from where he sat above it all, Cain could see the earth trembling. Cracks continued to spread across the battlefield, widening beneath the violence of their clash. This was damage that could not be easily undone.
'You have little clue who you are fighting.' Cain's eyes flickered with mocking pity as he stared at the orc.
