The air in the cavern had become thick with dust and tension, the walls pulsing with a strange, steady hum that seemed to build with each second.
Volk's brow furrowed as he looked around at the anxious faces of his Orcs, his voice echoing in the vast space.
"What's the problem, Horde?" he barked, irritation flashing in his eyes. His voice came out low and gravelly, sharp enough to cut through the din of muttered voices and creaking stone.
An Orc stepped forward, the tremor of fear visible in his gaze as he gestured around them. "Watchief… the cave… it's crumbling."
"Crumbling?" Volk's brows knitted together. He cast a sweeping glance around him, his gaze following the jagged cracks spider-webbing along the walls, winding their way like veins of some massive, ancient creature coming to life.
The ground beneath his feet began to tremble more insistently, as though something monstrous lay just below, struggling to break free.
