"You're here, Grim Reaper. Red-Eye," Gorruk rumbled, voice deep as ever.
The bearkin chieftain was an imposing sight, even more so now with his hulking form drenched in lionkin gore from head to toe. Viscera clung to his skin like some grotesque war paint, his claws still dripping with blood. He didn't seem to notice, let alone care. The smell of carnage clung to him like a second skin. He probably took it as a prestige.
Beside him, I stood with Vex and my girls, our eyes turning to the ruined city of Sunscar. The settlement had been utterly crushed beneath the joint onslaught of the dogkin and bearkin armies. Crumbling towers, shattered gates, and blood-slicked streets lay beneath plumes of smoke. Fires still licked at the sky in the distance, and corpses littered the ruins in every direction: lionkin warriors, their beasts, and the few necromantic remnants from the Covenant who'd been unlucky enough to remain behind.
And yet, this was only the appetizer.
