The dawn broke over the stronghold, painting the skies in muted shades of orange and gray. Despite the victory over Varok's detachment, the air felt heavy with tension. Ashar leaned against the wooden railing overlooking the courtyard, his mind replaying the events of the previous night.
Varok's death was a decisive blow, but it came at a cost. The ambush had proven just how cunning Gorrok could be. This wasn't a fight against mindless brutes; it was a chess match, and the Orc warlord was playin