His large yellow eyes reflected a faint light, but his massive body now moved as if in a trance, controlled by the calming power of Srog.
The elite orc warriors, including Krog, let out a sigh of relief.
They knew that if the battle with the Guardian had continued, even though they were strong, many lives would have been lost. Srog, with his expertise as a shaman, had saved them from great danger.
Oth, still holding his axe, stared at the Guardian disappearing into the distance with admiration. Even as a barbarian, Oth couldn't deny the magical power he had just witnessed.
"I have to admit, even though I prefer to use muscle and axe, that shaman's method is... quite effective."
Jezz chuckled softly. "Sometimes, Oth, not all problems can be solved with brute strength. There are times when we must trust in subtler powers, like prayer or ritual. That's how the world maintains its balance."
