A heavy silence fell over the battlefield.
No one moved. No one spoke.
The ground trembled beneath my feet with each step the orc lord took, a slow and deliberate rhythm that sent shivers down my spine.
It wasn't charging like the mindless goblins or roaring like the lesser orcs we had fought.
No, this was different.
It moved with terrifying patience, each footfall a calculated declaration of its presence.
The closer it got, the more I felt it, a suffocating pressure in the air, thick like a storm rolling in.
My fingers tightened around my weapon, but deep down, an unsettling realization gnawed at me.
We had faced orcs before.
Brutal, savage creatures that fought with raw strength and primal instinct.
But this one?
This was something else entirely.
That's why he is called The Orc Lord.
The Orc Lord finally stopped.
