"ROAR! I SAID ROAR LIKE BEASTS!" Grel'thak's thunderous voice shook the training field. He thrust his massive arms upward, tusks glinting in the morning sun. "I want to feel your fury!"
"ROAR!" The response came back stronger this time, hundreds of voices merging into one primal sound.
The training field was meticulously organized, divided into rows and columns. The trainees, ranging from teenagers to elders, were separated by age groups: one row comprised individuals aged 10–15, another 20–25, and so on. Each group was in a low squatting position, reminiscent of Shaolin monks in training, their legs trembling under the strain.
Ragon, dressed in simple but authoritative attire, moved fluidly between the rows. His sharp eyes scanned the crowd, catching every misstep, every faltering posture. He stopped abruptly in front of a young man in his twenties whose stance was slightly off.
