The battlefield rumbled beneath the weight of armies, but now, all eyes were on the two titans standing at the forefront. King Kevin Os, the High King of the Timber Kingdom, and Gromar the Ironhide, the Orcish Warchief, glared at each other with pure determination. The tension between them radiated like a storm ready to burst. The air crackled with power.
Kevin Os gripped his sword, his green aura blazing fiercely around him, enveloping his entire being like an ethereal flame. His eyes burned with the fire of a seasoned warrior, the kind who had seen countless battles and emerged victorious. Gromar, standing tall, bared his tusks in a menacing grin, hefting his massive axe over his shoulder. His thick armor gleamed under the blood-red sun, and his muscles bulged with primal strength. The ground trembled under his steps as he approached.
