As the second wave of Orcs surged across the battlefield, Ashen stood firm, feeling the tension of the battle rising once more. The skies had darkened, and the air hung thick with the stench of blood and burnt flesh. Every step the Orc Berserkers took toward the Warden Guild seemed to carry the weight of impending doom.
"Brace yourselves!" Ashen called out, his voice cutting through the chaos like a sharp blade. His wings unfolded once more, casting a shadow over the guild members as they prepared for the onslaught.
The Berserkers, maddened by the deaths of their fallen comrades, charged forward, their dual iron axes raised high as they screamed in unison—a chorus of rage that shook the battlefield. The ground trembled beneath their feet, echoing their fury.
