Queen Velara and Princess Elara squared off against the Demon King Generals, the intense heat of battle all around them as each one honed in on their foe. This wasn't just another skirmish—this was a fight for dominance and survival.
Garruk lunged forward, his massive frame barely slowed by the dense, rocky sand beneath them. Velara met his charge head-on, Stormbreaker held high. She swung the hammer with precise timing, and the shockwave from her strike sent a tremor through the ground. Garruk braced himself, grinning fiercely as the blow landed against his armored gauntlets. Despite the power behind Velara's swing, he stood firm, planting his feet with a strength that matched her own.
"You call that strength?" he taunted, leaning forward, his voice guttural and mocking. "I thought I was fighting a queen, not a servant!"
