"We stand as one." The nine legendary warriors and dozens of shamans repeated solemnly.
In the spiritual silence that settled over the crowd, the corners of Zul'Gora's lips curved as she turned toward Adam.
With a nod, she handed him Bao. The baby Pandarok instantly scrambled from her grasp to nuzzle his cheek. Her delighted growls and the fire sparkling in her eyes were like sunrays piercing the dark clouds of his uncertain fate. They managed to tear a chuckle from his tense lips. After all, he understood her praises, that she naively believed the orcs couldn't harm them. Perhaps she was right.
But he had to stand for himself.
