Volk's grip tightened on the Axe of Dissection, his breathing steady, with his muscles coiled like a predator ready to strike.
The dark glint of Urza'lin's eyes had faded, replaced with raw fear as she realized her imminent doom.
The Dark Elven Witch stood frozen, her lips parted in shock as Volk loomed over her, his axe poised to decapitate her in one clean, brutal stroke.
But then, a desperate voice cut through the tension.
"Wait, Volk! DON'T KILL HER!" Grounad's voice rang out, filled with urgency and panic. "If you do, everyone under her will be killed too!"
Volk's body froze, the blade of his axe hovering just inches above Urza'lin's slender neck.
His chest heaved with exertion, and for a split second, his thoughts warred between revenge and reason.
Urza'lin, still cowering, blinked rapidly, her confusion mirrored by the Orcs behind Volk.
Urza'lin slowly began to understand the situation.
