Translations:Codex: Captured.../73/en

Vorothrax is no man, though, and barely gives you a passing glance. Setting aside his spear, he removes a part of his armour and gives it an experimental knock. He grunts before repeating the process with another piece. Your mouth drops open. He’s just going to ignore you?! Fear begins to seep in, intoxicating doubt swirling about in your head, wrapping itself around your brain.