The humanoid trilobites lunged forward, their segmented bodies moving with unnatural speed.
The cavern echoed with the furious clattering of their claws on stone.
It was as if death itself had come for the soldiers, who stood frozen in terror, their breaths caught in their throats. In that moment, time stretched painfully thin.
Then, Lyerin raised his hand. With a simple gesture, the ground beneath their feet shuddered violently.
Stone cracked with a thunderous roar, fissures webbing outward like lightning across the cavern floor.
Dust and debris filled the air as great slabs of rock fell away, revealing a hidden, ancient pathway beneath.
From this newly created abyss, shadows shifted and then erupted with raw, unstoppable power.
The Pig Orcs emerged.
Massive forms, each one a living tank of muscle and brutality, surged into the cavern.
Their skin glistened in the dim light, a mottled tapestry of scars and war paint.
