Beneath the fortress wall, chaos and bloodshed reigned. Bodies shattered, limbs flew through the air, and corpses piled atop the rubble. The ground was drenched in red, and the dead stacked like hills of destruction.
Victor stood atop the wall, observing the scene with sharp focus as his eyes scanned the enemy lines. Suddenly, a new force of orcs emerged from behind the front lines.
These were unlike the others… even the shortest among them exceeded two meters in height, their bodies encased in heavy, solid armor that reflected the flames of the torches.
They marched with steady steps, as if the earth trembled beneath them, holding formation in a tight, spearhead-like structure aimed directly at the gate.
Victor whispered to himself,"A massive orc unit… fully armored…"
