Meanwhile, back in the chaos of the present, the tension in the air thickened as the Dark Elven Witch's curiosity grew into something more sinister.
Her eyes, cold and calculating, roamed over the Dreadmaw Clan Orcs, now standing defiantly before her, their new strengths barely contained beneath their hardened new skins.
Volk could feel her magic stirring, the gathering of power in the space between them. And then—there, he saw it—a faint glow in her hands, forming ominous magic circles, pulsing with dark energy.
"Watch out!"
Volk roared, his voice carrying across the battlefield with desperation, but the warning came too late.
Without warning, the ground beneath them trembled violently, cracking open as thick, black roots erupted from the earth like serpents.
Kragam!
They shot upward with terrifying speed, twisting and writhing as they sought to ensnare the Orcs.
Kwishick! Kwischick!
