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Even the sight of the massive crystal Volk carried on his back went ignored.

Normally, such a prize would have been cause for wild celebrations, for the Dreadmaw to boast and taunt their rivals. But not today.

Today, there was no victory in the air—only fear.

The Bloodfang and Ironhide clans were already dispersing, their leaders speaking in hurried tones, organizing their own plans.

The Dreadmaw clan did the same.

There was no time to waste.

Their victory over another orc tribe paled in comparison to the larger, more terrifying reality: a Warlock had appeared in the Catacomb.

That meant only one thing—danger, and lots of it.

As soon as they returned to their clan, an announcement echoed through the village.

Every orc and even the few Elves who lived among the Dreadmaw froze at the sound of the loud, commanding voice of Grella, the clan\'s elder.

She was a fierce and revered figure, her words carrying the weight of wisdom and experience.

When she spoke, the entire clan listened.

"Tomorrow," Grella\'s voice boomed through the village, reverberating off the wooden huts and stone walls, "we leave this place. The appearance of the Warlock in the Catacomb signals the coming of a dark time, one that cannot be met with steel alone. We must flee!"

The murmurs of fear spread through the gathered orcs like wildfire.

Grella continued, her voice a thunderous roar that silenced even the bravest warriors.

"Do you understand what this means? Warlocks are not mere enemies! They are harbingers of destruction, forces of darkness that even the mightiest of orc clans cannot withstand. Their magic is ancient, their power limitless! And where there is one, more will follow!"

Orcs shifted nervously, one could see their large bodies trembling under the weight of Grella\'s words.

Even the strongest among them, warriors who had never flinched in the face of battle, now glanced uneasily at each other.

The Dreadmaw, known for their ferocity in hunting, were visibly shaken as they looked at the forest in fear.

The Elves, though fewer in number, had paled, with their faces tight with concern.

"The Warlock we encountered was a warning," Grella\'s eyes swept over the crowd, her face etched with grim determination.

"A warning that this land will soon be overrun. We cannot fight them all. Warlocks bring with them an army—and horrors that have no name in our tongue. Their numbers will drown us! Their magic will tear the sky and burn the earth! If we stay, we will be slaughtered!"

Her words struck a deep chord in every orc present.

They were born for battle, yes. But even the bravest warrior knew when a battle could not be won. And this was one such battle.

Grella\'s voice softened for a moment, but the urgency in her tone did not waver. "We must migrate. We must leave this land and find new territory, far from the reach of the Warlocks and their dark minions. It is the only way to survive. Prepare yourselves tonight. For tomorrow, we march."

The crowd remained silent, the weight of the elder\'s words sinking deep into their bones.

Even the rowdiest orcs, those who usually revealed the idea of war, knew that this was different.

This was no ordinary enemy.

This was survival.

As the crowd dispersed, Volk made his way back to his tent. His steps were heavy, his mind racing with everything that had happened.

He had slain the Warlock, but at what cost?

His clan was now on the brink of leaving their home, driven out by the specter of an even greater enemy.

Just as he reached the entrance to his tent, a figure stepped out of the shadows.

It was Solluha\'r, her slender frame outlined by the dim light of the torches around them.

Her eyes, usually sharp and observant, were now filled with worry.

"Volk," she breathed, her voice a mix of relief and anxiety. She stepped closer, placing a hand on his chest as if to make sure he was real. "Did you really meet a Warlock?"

Volk gave a small nod. "Yes."

Solluha\'r\'s breath hitched. "And… you defeated it?" Her tone was incredulous, almost disbelieving.

The fear of Warlocks ran deep in all the clans, and the idea that one could be defeated by a mere orc was something that bordered on legend.

Volk smirked, leaning against the wooden beam of the tent. "Defeated?" He puffed out his chest proudly. "I stomped that Warlock thoroughly. Crushed him under my foot like a bug."

Solluha\'r raised an eyebrow, a slight smirk forming on her lips. "You? Just like that?"

Volk crossed his arms, his voice growing more boastful by the second.

"You should\'ve seen it, Solluha\'r. First, he tried to throw his dark magic at me, but I dodged it, like I was swatting a fly. Then he conjured some kind of shadow beast, and I tore through that too. His face was priceless when he realized he was no match for me."

Solluha\'r chuckled softly, the tension leaving her body as she listened to his exaggerated tale. "Is that so?"

"Oh, that\'s not even the best part," Volk continued, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "I grabbed him by the neck, lifted him off the ground, and threw him into the wall. He tried to beg for mercy, but I wasn\'t having it. One more punch, and the Warlock was nothing but a pile of bones at my feet."

Solluha\'r laughed, the sound melodic and filled with relief. She stepped closer to Volk, resting her forehead against his chest. "You\'re impossible," she muttered, savoring the feel of his strong form beneath her hands.

For a moment, the tension of the day melted away as Solluha\'r stood there, her body pressed against Volk\'s.

They were alone, just the two of them, in the quiet of the night. But then, her eyes caught something behind him. Something large and shining.

The massive crystal.

Her eyes widened as she pulled back slightly, looking up at him with astonishment. "Is that… Did you complete the dungeon?"

Volk grinned down at her, his pride evident. "I did."

Solluha\'r\'s hands traced over the edges of the crystal, marveling at its size and the power it radiated.

She turned back to Volk, her eyes filled with admiration and something more. "You truly are incredible," she whispered, her voice low and breathy. Her hand slid up to his chest again, fingers tracing the lines of his muscles. "We\'ll need this tomorrow, won\'t we?"

Volk nodded, though his attention was now focused entirely on her.

Solluha\'r\'s touch was intoxicating, her closeness stirring something primal within him.

She looked up at him through half-lidded eyes, her lips curling into a seductive smile. "Then we should make sure we\'re both… ready, shouldn\'t we?"

Her breath was warm against his skin as she leaned in, pressing her body against his. Her lips brushed his chest, sending a shiver down Volk\'s spine. "We\'ll need all the energy we can get… for tomorrow."

Volk\'s heart pounded in his chest as Solluha\'r\'s lips found him, their kiss deep and hungry.

The world outside seemed to fade away as they stumbled into the tent, their bodies tangling together in the dim light.