The battlefield still crackled with lingering embers of golden fire. Jajwok stood amidst the ruins, his breath heavy, his body trembling from the surge of power that had erupted from within him. Around him, the surviving orcs stirred, shaking off dust and exhaustion, their eyes filled with a mixture of awe and unease.
The demon lieutenant's last words echoed in his mind.
"He is coming."
Jajwok turned to Kragzul, the orc mage who had studied demonic forces for decades. "What did he mean?"
Kragzul's expression darkened, his tusks clenching. "There is only one 'he' among demons that warrants such fear." He inhaled deeply before speaking the name. "The Demon King."
A cold wind swept through the ruins. Even the battle-hardened orcs, warriors who had faced death countless times, tensed at the mention of the name.
Urgak tightened his grip on his broken warhammer. "If that was just a lieutenant… then what are we dealing with?"
