The Second Temple of Lord Cyrus
As the flow of time resumed its natural rhythm, Cyrus positioned himself behind the kneeling body of Bjorzak. The dead orc began to swell and steam billowed from it's form, an ominous sign of what was to come.
Gripping the massive axe tightly, Cyrus spoke with a mix of anticipation and reverence to the spirit residing within. "Here is your chance, mighty warrior. Show me what you are capable of."
With a resounding battle cry, Cyrus swung the great axe with every ounce of his strength.
The air crackled with electric energy as the surrounding souls, their ethereal presence intertwined with his own, roared in fervent support.
The spirit of the orc warrior surged through the axe, infusing it with an unstoppable force.
In a single, devastating blow, the axe cleaved through the giant body before him. Raw strength melded with unyielding brutality, leaving only destruction in its wake.