The air in the cave felt heavy, filled with the aftermath of the magic Volk had unleashed.
The strange green spores that had filled the cavern now floated like harmless dust, lingering in the stillness that followed.
Slowly, one by one, the Orcs who had been frozen in fear began to stir, their eyes blinking open as if waking from a nightmare.
At first, they were confused, glancing at one another, their faces filled with a mix of terror and bewilderment.
Each Orc had remembered they had transformed into their fearsome Grum-gar forms, their bodies hulking and monstrous, but now, they became an Orc again.
But they couldn't remember why.
The last thing they recalled was being surrounded by the oppressive energy of Zenveil's magic, the Warlock's terrifying presence making them feel like prey.
But now... what had happened?
