Flora's eyes darted between the two figures, her instincts screaming at her to remain on guard. The black orc, towering and bristling with raw power, took a step forward, his every movement radiating lethal intent. His crimson eyes locked onto Flora, and for the first time in many years, she felt a twinge of fear.
"You dare lay a hand on our master," Grimruk growled, his voice a low rumble that reverberated through the air. His hand gripped the massive axe, the blade's edges glinting ominously in the dim light. "You have made a grave mistake, Flora Warden."
Mortem, the figure in the grey robe, stepped forward, the air around him crackling with dark energy. His voice, normally calm and collected, now held an edge of fury. "Canna is not just our master," he hissed, his tone dripping with malice. "He is the Harbinger, the one who will bring about the end of those who stand against him. And you, Flora, have sealed your fate."
