Hulk was a pro football player, a guy who loved nothing more than clutching a pigskin and barreling through the defense like a runaway freight train. He lived for the gridiron.

But he never, in his wildest dreams, imagined he'd see a pair of nipples bigger than a football. 

He became a giant baby, reborn with a new name: Orion.

Orion was the runt of the giant litter, the weakest of the bunch.

But when he turned ten, something crazy happened. He saw a strange panel – that not only displayed his stats but also helped him level up. 

With the panel's help, and a whole lot of elbow grease, Orion led his giant tribe to become the most powerful in the Barren Mountains. 

He went from zero to hero, becoming a mighty Titan King. He was no longer the runt; he was the top dog.

And Lysinthia? How could she not feel the same?


She missed the early days, the simple tent in Blackstone City that had been her first real home, the place where she'd had Orion all to herself. She missed Lilith, who had never treated her like a slave, but like a sister.


And that is what Lysinthia was doing now. By consuming the serpentfolk, by converting them into Gorgons, she was using their cursed blood to concentrate her own power. She was, bit by bit, augmenting her own potential, her own innate talent.


She knew that at the Alpha-level, she was no longer of much use to Orion or the Horde. Only by ascending to the rank of lord would she earn her place on a grander stage.


"The moonlight tonight really is beautiful," she whispered to the wind. "So intoxicating. So dreamlike."


South, on the border of the Stoneheart Horde and blood elf territories.


Chapter 1234 - An answer