In the arena or a classroom, it makes no difference, Grok mutters, his grip tightening on the pencil as if it were a spear. The world is full of battles, even if they don’t all demand my strength. His piercing gaze shifts to the window, a silent acknowledgment of the challenges waiting beyond the bright-lit room. The orc stands firm, ready to face whatever comes his way.
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