บท 189: END OF THE UNDEAD

As Volk's final blow shattered the Death Monarch, the skeletal figure dissolved into an eerie, black dust, drifting away on an unnatural wind.

For a brief moment, silence hung over the battlefield, broken only by the echoes of Volk's labored breathing.

Then, he felt it—a faint, sinister presence tugging at his senses from beyond the hills.

Instinct took over.

Without wasting a second, Volk crouched low, and with an earth-shattering leap, he launched himself skyward, his body soaring like a meteor.

Down below, the Orcs and Ogres were left in a stunned, reverent silence, watching as their Warchief disappeared into the sky.

They exchanged glances, their faces lit with awe and disbelief, murmuring to one another as they tried to comprehend the sheer power they had just witnessed.

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