The entire crowd fell silent, watching Volk with intense curiosity.
His every move seemed calculated, each step taken with purpose, yet there was still a question looming in everyone's minds:
What was he going to do now?
What can he do now?
Is he gonna make it?
Or he can complain?
Volk's expression remained calm, now his eyes were glancing a little between the massive Tomorrowhawk bull and Grounad.
Then, almost as if a spark had ignited in his mind, he remembered something from the head of the body he occupied—a core trait of the Dreadmaw Clan, the very essence of their unique abilities.
The Dreadmaw Clan's innate gift was infamous, albeit in a strange and often underestimated way.
While many Orc clans boasted powerful combat techniques, unrivaled strength, or mystical abilities, the Dreadmaw Clan had developed something entirely different.
