Everyone turned toward the throne where the Orc King was clapping with a sickening smile.
"Very well," its deep voice rumbled. "It seems now it's time for the king to step up. KRURRHHH!"
Its lips pulled back into a gruesome smile.
Rows of sharp fangs glistened in the torchlight. It rose from the stone throne, casting a long shadow that stretched across the floor.
On one hand, it grabbed a massive greatsword while it's other hand crushed the armrest.
Ethan's eyes widened. His breath caught in his throat.
"What the fuck…" His voice cracked in disbelief
The creature's height was nearly double that of its minions. Its sheer bulk made the ground tremble with each step.
Haro and Randall swallowed hard. The sound of their throats gulping echoed faintly in the tense silence.
"Take potions," Ethan ordered. His voice was sharp, cutting through the fear awaking them
Everyone fumbled at their belts, grabbing glass vials.
Gulp. Gulp.
