The moment Ethan stepped forward, the chaos around him seemed to slow down, and his presence alone drew attention from the battlefield.
The Orc army did not miss that.
From their ranks, a massive figure stepped out, and the ground trembled under his weight as he walked forward slowly. His body was covered in dark green skin layered with thick muscles, and scars ran across his chest like old battle marks. In his hand, he carried a gigantic war axe that looked heavy enough to crush mountains.
His eyes locked onto Ethan.A grin spread across his face.
"So you are the one leading them," he said, his voice rough and deep.
Ethan did not respond immediately, and his grip on his sword tightened slightly.
The Orc raised his axe and slammed it against the ground once, sending cracks spreading outward.
"Name's Grommash Bloodfang," he said, and his tone carried pride. "Mythic rank of the Orc clans."
Ethan exhaled slowly.
"Ethan."
That was all he said.
