The air in the city was thick with the acrid smell of dust and debris.
The ground trembled as the final towering building, now reduced to a crumbling shell of steel and concrete, collapsed with a resounding crash.
BOOM!
The sound echoed through the streets, shaking the ground beneath Volk's feet.
He stood amidst the chaos, towering above the shattered ruins, his breath steady and controlled.
His muscular and massive Orc frame glistened with sweat, and as he wiped his brow, a faint smile tugged at the corners of his lips.
His eyes, glowing with a fierce satisfaction, scanned the screen only he could see.
Ding!
| Rank 1 - Orcs: 63,729 kills. |
The numbers flashed in front of him, stark and undeniable.
He had done it.
A smirk crept onto his face.
The mission was a success, but it wasn't just the victory that pleased him.
