The moment Volk saw the system notification, it felt like a spark igniting an inferno in his heart.
Ding!
| The host has one day to rest and prepare to take off to the Orzaroth realm. |
Volk nodded, eyes narrowing as he turned his attention back to the gathering of Orcs before him.
The fire in his gaze was fierce, hungry, like a beast barely held in check.
He straightened, casting a shadow that seemed to tower over each of them, embodying the primal essence of their kin—a force not meant to cower, but to conquer.
"ONE DAY!" he roared, his voice echoing through the vast catacomb halls, rumbling and resounding as if the very walls were absorbing his strength. "YOU HEAR ME, ORCS? WE GOT ONE DAY!"
The Orcs stared, breaths held, hearts pounding.
Even the one he'd beaten was back on his feet, fists clenched, standing amidst the others with a look of fierce determination.
