The midday sun blazed over the jagged cliffs, but its warmth could not reach the tension thick in the air. The Orcs had come in waves, their roars echoing like the distant rumble of thunder. Stephan crouched on the ground, his ossuary blade resting against his shoulder, black fire licking the edges. His breath was steady, his eyes tracking the Orcs as they fanned out below. He didn't need a death god mark, speed, precision, and sheer instinct were enough.
"Ready?" Yennefer's voice called out, calm but edged with deadly intent. She floated slightly above the ground, the grimoire hovering in front of her, green veins snaking outward like predatory roots. Her eyes glimmered with focus. "Lets clear them up real quick ."
