Chapter Two Hundred and Sixty-One – "Brothers in Blood"
Crow let out a deep sigh and stepped forward, his shadow stretching long under the looming lights of the war chamber. The atmosphere was tense, thick with challenge and jealousy.
Gruk'Tharn stood still, waiting.
Without a word, Crow raised his arm—and with practiced ease, wrapped it around the orc warlord's massive neck in a tight, comradely hold.
A rare grin tugged at the corners of Crow's lips.
"No need, brother," he said calmly, leaning in just enough. "They're just acting like family."
Gruk'Tharn blinked.
Then let out a booming laugh that shook the walls.
"HA! You speak well, Master. I like your fire."
Rose and Lyravex exchanged glances, both puffing their cheeks in mild embarrassment—but neither spoke.
Crow gave the orc's shoulder a friendly slap and turned, cloak billowing behind him.
"Let's focus on war. We've got a world to conquer."