As Varok's axe clashed with Vorgrim's weapon, the two warriors locked eyes, each gauging the other's strength. The initial strike sent shockwaves through the hut, rattling its wooden structure and waking Kael from his sleep. Meanwhile, Canna continued to sleep soundly, seemingly undisturbed by the chaos unfolding around him.
Kael scrambled to his feet, his eyes wide with panic. "Canna, wake up! They're going to kill each other!" But Canna merely rolled over, pulling the blanket tighter around himself, oblivious to the fierce battle that had erupted.
Varok, a seasoned warrior with countless battles under his belt, found himself struggling against Vorgrim's relentless assault. He was a mid-transcendent, used to overpowering his foes with brute strength and unmatched skill. Yet, this opponent was different. Vorgrim's movements were precise, his strikes calculated. It was as if he anticipated Varok's every move.
