Volk marched at the head of the column, his enormous, hulking frame cutting through the forest like an unstoppable force.
The Orcs and Ogres followed in orderly silence behind him, their synchronized steps a steady drumbeat, almost hypnotic in its rhythm.
For a while, everything felt… still.
Volk couldn't quite describe it. A strangeness lingered in the air, a feeling he couldn't shake.
It wasn't the gnawing sensation from before.
That maddening itch—the weight of unseen eyes—had vanished as abruptly as it came.
Now, in its place, there was something else. Something… tranquil.
Peace.
Volk's radioactive energy, which had been flaring and rippling in angry bursts moments before, softened into a quiet glow.
The forest, once oppressive and suffocating, now felt… calm. The air felt lighter.