The dense forest seemed to tremble under the weight of heavy footfalls.
The pungent stench of Ogre musk saturated the air, making even the hardy Orc warriors wrinkle their noses in disgust. But the scent also carried with it the thrill of another challenge.
Volk, standing at the forefront, his crimson gauntlet gleaming ominously, raised his hand to silence the murmurs among his horde.
"They're close," Volk announced. His voice, like the growl of a predator, sent a ripple of anticipation through the Orcs.
The sound of snapping branches echoed from deeper within the forest, accompanied by guttural growls that sent birds fluttering from the treetops.
The Orcs tightened their grips on their weapons, their fingers brushing against the newly reinforced armor that gleamed even in the dim light.
Volk's gaze was sharp, his piercing eyes scanning the shadows as the vibrations beneath their feet grew stronger.
