The atmosphere in the chamber didn't just shift; it curdled. Gorvasha was no longer a woman; she had become a localized tectonic event. Her primal rage had breached the containment of her consciousness, and she stood there, her eyes glowing like dying stars, her entire body radiating heat that made the air ripple and warp.
She was lost in the red haze of her own blood, a queen of destruction caught in the throes of an orcish frenzy that threatened to tear her apart from the inside out.
"As usual... you're pushing someone too far!" Cassandra screamed, her voice cracking as she realized the demonstration had spiraled into a potential massacre.
She lunged toward him, her blade singing as it left its sheath. "She's not a tool for your calibration!"
