: Your breath came in ragged, icy plumes. Every muscle screamed as you leapt over a fallen monolith, its ancient runes slick with black moss. A jagged arrow whistled past your ear, shattering against the rock—a reminder that the Orcs were closing the distance, their endurance fueled by a dark, unnatural malice. The Veil of Protection
He thought of the others.
Grushnok steps into view, tusks gleaming. He holds up Kaelen’s dead captain’s helm, dented and hollow. Escape from Orc- Fleeing -Final-
He looks back one last time—not in triumph, but in promise. The Great Escape: A Desperate Bid for Freedom