With the arrival of Mortem on the battlefield, a wave of relief washed over the sanctuary warriors. Mortem's presence meant one thing—an overwhelming surge of undead reinforcements. His aura alone sent a ripple of fear through the marsh, and the sanctuary fighters, who had been slowly losing ground, straightened their stances, emboldened by the arrival of their commander of the undead.
As if responding to an unspoken command, the marsh seemed to stir with renewed energy. Dark shadows shifted, and from the fog-covered edges of the swamp, an army of undead orcs appeared, their massive, rotting bodies stepping forward in synchronized unison. These were no ordinary undead—these were the remnants of Grakthar's infamous clan, now serving Mortem in death as they had once served Grakthar in life. Thousands of green-skinned, battle-worn orcs surged forth like a tidal wave, their glowing eyes burning with a fierce, unholy fire.
