What was sitting on the throne of bones was a large, pig-faced creature, towering at least four meters tall with a humanoid body with four arms; it was dressed in jewelry of chained skulls around its neck, wearing a cloth around its nether region.
"What…?" He let out.
"It's an orc–not just any normal orc, either! That's an 'Orc Chief"!" Julius yelled out, holding his sword up, "I don't know what that thing is doing here, but you need to get out of here! This is too dangerous for you!"
"But…I can't leave you here!" He contested.
Julius glanced back at him, "Listen to me, Emilio! I'm your father, so–"
Before the man could finish his words, he looked forward to see the red-skinned orc stand itself up with its beady, black eyes looking straight at him, reaching to either side of its throne as it wielded four, giant, curved swords in each of its hands.
Shit! Julius thought.
"Father–?"