For the Gor'Mekhai, the Vorr'Takk was a title of great honor.
It was what every parent hoped their children would one day achieve. It was given to those the coven deemed prodigies, youths who held the potential to become great warriors.
The Vorr'Takk were treated with the deepest respect in the coven, even by adults. There had been countless cases where a Vorr'Takk had defeated an adult, and each one only proved just how gifted these chosen were.
Nekhaad was one of them, and he was well known by all. Which was why, as soon as the guard's arm dropped and he blasted forward, claws tearing toward the outsider's neck, the crowd had already assumed the battle was over.
Nekhaad was a prodigy, even among those above his rank. For some outsider to think he stood the slightest chance of even clashing with him… it could only be described as delusional.
The crowd waited for the sound of flesh tearing. The splatter of crimson blood.
But it never came.
