Rion feels their gazes, sees the spark of admiration in their eyes, but his mind is focused. He knows he's different now. It's like something deep within him shattered and reformed, stronger, fiercer, and sharper. He feels a constant flow of energy pulsing through him, a connection to the prana that fuels his life force.
As they reach the Grimcrawler lair—a towering, ominous mound that rises from the forest floor like a blight on the landscape—the Vorrans instinctively scatter, leaping into the trees surrounding the mound. Silently, they take their positions, their bodies blending seamlessly with the foliage. Rion signals with a quick nod, and the warriors draw their bows, each tipped with arrows wrapped in oil-soaked cloth.
Rion surveys the scene. His hand clenches around his weapon as he recalls the countless raids, the endless battles fought on this very ground. Today, he thinks, it ends here.