Ulgarath dropped his axe and returned a trembling hug as Grum'Thal's warm breath tickled his ear. "We lost consciousness, only to wake up looking like that. The shamans can't use their arts, our guardian totems aren't responding, and I feel weaker. W-we're scared, great shaman. I'm scared. What will happen to us?"
"Don't be." Grum'Thal pulled back, gazing at everyone's coppery skin with pride. "You all inherited my corrupted blood. A cure had to exist, but I couldn't bear to be the only one purified. Therefore, for fifteen thousand years, I've linked every single orc's blood to mine. As long as I was cured, everyone would be."
