The clearing was alive with anticipation. Orcs from both hordes formed a wide circle, their roars and chants echoing through the dense forest.
Volk and Kragath stood at the center, sizing each other up like two massive predators on the verge of battle.
Volk rolled his shoulders, his gauntlet humming faintly as he flexed his fingers.
Kragath stood opposite him, his massive axe resting on the ground but within easy reach, its jagged edge gleaming in the faint light.
Kragath was the first to speak, his voice a low rumble. "You walk into my territory, speak of unity, and dare to challenge me in Mak'Gora. Tell me, stranger—who are you?"
Volk smirked, his sharp tusks glinting. "I am Volk. A Warchief from a realm beyond this one. I fight to unite the Orcs and face the threat of the humans. Who are you to deny me this?"
