章 48: Warlock Zenveil

When the creature revealed itself as a warlock, it began to laugh uncontrollably, a high-pitched, unhinged cackle that reverberated through the cavern.

The laughter was so intense, so manic, that it sent a cold shiver down Volk's spine.

The orcs around him, who had been tense and on edge, were suddenly gripped by an unnatural fear.

"Yes!" the warlock screamed between fits of laughter.

"Yes, Dozer is already dead! He is nothing more than a lifeless husk! A body that I, Warlock Zenveil, control! I am the master! I am the one who bends his will to my own! He is my puppet, and you… you are nothing more than my playthings!"

As Zenveil's words echoed through the cavern, Volk felt a strange, unsettling sensation wash over him.

It was as if the very air around him had shifted, thickening with an oppressive force.