The dust from Gromar's body had barely settled when King Kevin Os raised his sword high, his glowing green aura still crackling around him like wildfire. The battlefield was littered with the corpses of the fallen, but the fight was far from over. Thousands of orc NPCs and players, having witnessed the defeat of their Warchief, now stood at the ready, their resolve seemingly unshaken, their weapons drawn for blood.
Behind him stretched a vast army of human players and NPCs, their armor gleaming in the dawn light, weapons at the ready. They marched with a single purpose—to crush the orc army that had long threatened the kingdom's borders.
