The air was thick with the acrid scent of burning flesh and the metallic tang of blood. The desolate battlefield, strewn with shattered weapons and fallen warriors, pulsed with the ominous aura of demonic energy. Jajwok tightened his grip on the twin axes gifted to him by his orc mentor, Urgak, feeling their weight and the burden of the mission pressing against his soul.
This was no ordinary skirmish. The orc village had been besieged by a horde of demons for weeks, their twisted forms relentless in their pursuit of destruction. Scouts had uncovered the source of the invasion—an ancient rift to the underworld that had opened deep within the cursed mountains. It was Jajwok's team's mission to seal it, but he knew the cost would be steep.
