As soon as Grey called Morthas's name, a low, guttural roar erupted from the shadow beneath him.
The lion beast, massive and menacing, emerged in a swirl of darkness, gripping its colossal spiked club.
Its fiery mane glowed faintly, adding an intimidating aura as it took its place beside Grey, muscles rippling with readiness.
Morthas fixed a sharp glare on the slime, his posture tense, radiating raw power.
Grey glanced up at his companion, half expecting the usual silent telepathic communication. But then something unexpected happened.
Morthas turned to him, his lips actually moving as words rolled out in a deep, resonant voice. "It's good to fight alongside you again, Master."
Grey blinked in shock, stumbling over his own words. "Wait... you... you can actually talk?"
Morthas raised a brow, smirking slightly. "Haven't we already established that?"
