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The tattoos that had bound them to her will were fading, vanishing like mist in the early morning sun.

Suddenly, a voice rang out through the chaos, piercing the air with a mixture of excitement and fury.

"VOLK! YOU CAN KILL HER! THE TATTOOS ON THEIR BODIES ARE GONE!" Grounad\'s shout echoed across the cavern.

Volk\'s eyes blazed with renewed intensity. He didn\'t need a second reminder.

The moment those words left Grounad\'s mouth, Volk was already moving, and his massive frame barreled forward like a war tank pouncing on every bullet shot.

His Axe of Dissection glinted in the dim light of the catacombs, its edge thirsting for blood.

Urza\'lin\'s eyes widened in terror as she saw the Orc charging toward her, his face a mask of grim determination.

Panic set in, and she frantically began conjuring a spell.

Her hands moved in frantic motions, weaving black vines from the ground that shot up like serpents, writhing and twisting through the air, their spiked ends aimed straight for Volk.

"YOU DARE CHALLENGE ME, ORC?" she screamed, her voice laced with both fury and fear. The vines surged forward, hundreds of them, thick and pulsing with malevolent energy.

But Volk was relentless.

He swung his axe with a mighty roar, the blade cutting through the air with brutal efficiency.

Swoosh!

The first wave of vines was shredded to pieces as his weapon cleaved through them like they were nothing more than overgrown weeds.

Black sap sprayed into the air, splattering across the rocky floor as the severed tendrils writhed and died.

Urza\'lin hissed, her eyes narrowing in fury. She raised both hands now, summoning even more vines.

They erupted from the ground in a frenzied storm, thick as trees, lashing out at Volk from every direction. Some wrapped around his legs, others slithered toward his arms, trying to restrain him, to pull him down.

But Volk was too strong.

"RAAAAAH!"

He bellowed, flexing his muscles and tearing through the roots with raw, savage power.

His axe cut through them like a whirlwind of destruction, and for every vine that wrapped around him, he shattered two more.

"LOK\'TAR OGAAAAAAARR!!!" he shouted.

The air was filled with the sounds of cracking roots, Volk\'s furious grunts, and the snapping of dark magic.

Urza\'lin took a step back, sweat beading on her brow.

Her breaths were coming in ragged gasps now.

She hadn\'t expected this—this brute strength, this unstoppable force.

This strange Orc!

This strange strong Orc!

The magic she had planned to use against the Warlocks, she was forced to expend here, against a single Orc. And still, it wasn\'t enough.

"I didn\'t plan… I didn\'t plan to use these on you!" she gasped, her voice trembling with both frustration and disbelief. "These… These were for the Warlocks! You stupid Orc! You should\'ve already been crushed by now!"

But Volk didn\'t stop.

He wouldn\'t stop. His eyes gleamed with fury, his lips curled in a vicious snarl.

Another slash, another vine severed.

He advanced on her, step by step, with each movement closing the gap between them. .net

Urza\'lin\'s heart pounded in her chest, her pulse throbbing wildly as she continued to conjure more vines.

Her mana reserves were draining fast.

Too fast.

She had used so much of it already, not just in controlling the Orcs and Elves but in keeping herself alive. Her plan to enslave them, to use them as pawns against the Warlocks, was slipping through her fingers.

Volk\'s axe came down again, cutting through another wave of vines. His steps were heavy, each one shaking the ground as he tore through her defenses.

"No… no!"

Urza\'lin\'s voice cracked as panic began to consume her.

She reached deep into her remaining reserves of magic, pulling every last drop of mana she could muster.

The black vines surged up once more, thicker and more twisted than before, their spiked tendrils wrapping around Volk\'s arms and legs, trying to slow him down.

But Volk wasn\'t having it.

With a roar that echoed through the entire cavern, he wrenched his arms free, shattering the vines with sheer brute strength.

His muscles bulged, his veins popping as he powered through the last of her magic. His axe came down again, smashing the final wall of black roots that stood between him and Urza\'lin.

Urza\'lin stumbled back, her legs shaking, her face pale.

She had nothing left—no mana, no strength. Her breaths were shallow, and she could feel her body weakening. "No…" she whispered, her voice barely audible now. "This… can\'t be…"

Volk reached her in two strides. His eyes locked onto hers, and for a moment, everything seemed to slow.

Urza\'lin\'s lips quivered as she realized there was no escape.

No more tricks.

No more spells.

Just the cold, hard reality of her defeat.

But Volk didn\'t swing his axe for the killing blow. Not yet.

Instead, he stared down at her, his chest rising and falling with labored breaths. "You\'ve done enough," he growled, his voice low and dangerous. "It\'s time for this to end."

Urza\'lin blinked, her heart racing.

For a moment, she thought he was going to let her live. But then, she saw the shift in his stance, the tightening of his grip on the axe\'s handle.

He was going to knock her out, just as Grounad had suggested.

Just as Volk lifted the axe to strike, there was a sudden, deafening BOOM that rocked the entire cavern.

The ground trembled violently, sending shockwaves through the stone walls.

Dust and debris rained down from the ceiling as the force of the tremor shook the very foundation of the catacombs.

Both Volk and Urza\'lin stumbled, momentarily thrown off balance by the massive quake.

"What… what was that?!" Urza\'lin gasped, her eyes wide with terror.

Volk steadied himself, his grip tightening on the axe as he surveyed the cavern.

The entire space seemed to groan and shift, as if the very earth itself was reacting to the battle.

Fissures began to form in the ground, cracks spreading through the stone like veins of destruction.

The cavern wasn\'t just trembling anymore. It was collapsing.

Urza\'lin, her breath shallow and frantic, looked around in disbelief.

The magic that had been fueling the catacombs, the ancient dark forces she had hoped to harness for her own gain, were turning against her.

The entire place was crumbling, the power she had sought to control now spiraling out of her grasp.

"Yes…" she whispered again, her voice filled with malice, "this… was supposed to happen!"

Volk\'s gaze was steady, unyielding. He raised the blunt end of his axe one last time, his eyes locked onto Urza\'lin.

And just as the cavern continued to shake, with the sound of collapsing stone growing louder, Volk brought the axe down toward Urza\'lin\'s head, determined to end this battle once and for all.

But just as his weapon came down, a blinding flash of light erupted from the center of the cavern, and everything went white.