Another test

The cheers erupted like a storm within the catacombs.

The Orcs raised their fists in the air, their deep voices booming through the cavern as they surrounded Gurrak, now a hulking behemoth after successfully completing his third Grum-gar mutation.

The once dim-lit and tense cave now echoed with the sound of triumph.

"GURRAK! GURRAK! GURRAK!"

They chanted his name in unison, their voices bouncing off the stone walls.

Gurrak stood tall in the middle, his chest heaving, his massive form looming over the others.

He raised both his thick, muscled arms, flexing with pride as the rest of the Orcs slapped his back and grabbed his arms in congratulations.

"I can't believe it!" one of the Orcs shouted, his voice barely audible over the roaring celebration. "Three mutations! Three!"