The crowd of Orcs and Elves around Volk began murmuring, one could see their voices were growing louder and louder, and each was filled with confusion and curiosity.
Volk could hear snippets of conversations swirling around him, bits of dialogue that made the tension in the air even thicker.
"Did he just say Lak'Ran is a traitor?"
"The Labor Orc must be mistaken... Lak'Ran? No way."
"But why would he say that? Labor Orcs don't just throw around accusations."
"I thought Lak'Ran was one of the strongest among the Dreadmaw Clan... Why would he betray us?"
"Maybe the Labor Orc's onto something. Labor Orcs are known for their sensitivity to magic. What if he's right?"
Volk's ears caught every word, every doubt and concern rippling through the ranks of the tribe. He could feel eyes boring into him from all directions, some suspicious, others filled with questions they didn't dare to ask aloud.
HULK IN MAGICAL WOOOORLD