Volk's mind churned with ideas as he surveyed the city now turned into a battlefield.
The sprawling cityscape was crawling with monsters, and high above, some bat-like creatures were clawing their way up a thirty-story building, their leathery wings flapping as they attempted to reach the humans hiding inside.
Volk's sharp eyes followed them, and a plan began to form.
He noticed the glint of fear in the eyes of the humans inside the building.
They were clustered near the windows, watching helplessly as their doom slowly climbed toward them.
It wasn't just the monsters.
The building itself seemed to pulse with tension, as if it knew its time was limited.
Volk turned to his Orcs.
His sharp gaze flicked between them, calculating, planning.
He knew a building would have plenty of humans.
It was a massive number, and in this ranking world, every kill counted, and he needed to kill as much as he could.
