Outside the Death Dragon Domain where Volk was in, the city street turned into a battlefield, becoming an inferno of chaos and carnage.
The clash of metal on metal echoed across the plains, accompanied by the thundering roars of the Ogres and the desperate cries of the human rankers.
The reinforcements had arrived in droves, their numbers impressive, but even their vast numbers were no match for the towering behemoths they now faced.
These weren't mere Orcs anymore.
They had evolved—grown massive, mutated into Ogres, their hulking forms towering over the battlefield, their muscles bulging with unnatural strength.
BOOOOOM!
An Ogre smashed its massive fist into the earth, sending shockwaves that knocked a group of rankers off their feet.
The ground trembled beneath its weight as it charged forward, its yellow eyes gleaming with rage and bloodlust.
