Ethan's chest rose and fell in harsh gasps as the fog in his mind shattered. Sweat trickled down from him.
The whispers still echoed faintly inside his skull, but the roar had cut through them like a blade of light.
"My Lord… RUN!"
It was Randall's voice. His words were filled with desperation.
The darkness that was eating him apart broke when that call reached his ears. His heart shook. His lips trembled as he forced the words out.
"No… This is not who I am!"
Ethan's eyes snapped open.
His dull gaze began to clear, and light returned to them. His heart pounded so loud he thought it might tear from his chest.
The battlefield came into focus again. Blood soaked the earth. Screams filled the air. The sound of steel clashing rang out like endless thunder.
The Orc King stood in the center of it all. Its massive frame loomed like a mountain.
Around it, mercenaries lay beaten.Some crawled to rise, others were too still.
