Orryx lumbered forward, his massive form casting long shadows across the blackened battlefield. Each step sent tremors rippling through the ground, the twin stone clubs he dragged behind him carving deep furrows into the earth.
The air around him grew heavier with every stride, an oppressive weight that seeped into the bones of anyone who dared stand in his path. His half-lidded gaze settled on Mildred, the faintest flicker of amusement crossing his stony features. When he spoke, his voice was a rumbling drawl, slow and deliberate, like the groan of a mountain shifting.
“Pointless…” Orryx muttered, his words dragging through the thick air. “All struggle ends the same. Still. Silent. Cold.”
The battlefield itself seemed to respond to him, the howling winds faltering and the air thickeni
