The cave echoed with the sound of dripping water amidst the bone armored Orcs who were frozen in fear.
The dim light from the phosphorescent moss barely illuminated the jagged rocks lining the cavern's walls.
The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and the pungent odor of the three-headed beast, Dozer.
Its low growl reverberated through the space, a deep rumble that seemed to shake the very ground beneath their feet.
As Zenveil kept talking, Volk's figure appeared near his face in a blur.
He moved with a swift, almost inOrcish grace, with his form sidestepped through the shadows as though they were part of him.
However, the faint clink of his armor was drowned out by the beast's guttural snarls. And before he could launch an attack, Warlock Zenveil, perched atop the massive creature, flicked his wrist dismissively.
Volk felt a force slam into him.
Kabang!