It was then that he encountered the old orc—a figure shrouded in a menacing aura of ancient magic. The elder wielded time itself, manipulating the flow of moments to his advantage. Each swing of Findir's blade seemed to miss, each step forward undone by the orc's manipulation. The battlefield warped around them, seconds stretching or collapsing as the orc shifted through temporal folds.
Findir had been pushed to his limits, relying on sheer will and ingenuity to counter this arcane foe. He observed, adapted, and waited for openings that lasted only fractions of a moment. With every strike of his blade, he chipped away at the orc's focus, forcing the elder to expend more energy to maintain his control over time. Eventually, Findir delivered a decisive blow, severing the orc's connection to his magic and ending the battle.