With the courtyard cleared of everyone except myself and Vorgath Ironmaw, I finally had the space to properly assess my opponent without worrying about collateral damage. The Axe King stood before me in all his terrifying glory—a giant of a man whose very presence radiated the kind of barely controlled violence that had made him one of the world's most feared cult leaders.
His massive frame was wrapped in armor that looked like it had been forged from the bones of fallen gods, while scars crisscrossed every visible inch of his skin in patterns that spoke to decades of brutal combat. The axe in his hands was easily the size of a small building, its blade pulsing with malevolent energy while runes of destruction glowed along its edge like dying stars.
Seraphim's Embrace activated, sharpening my enhanced senses to perfect clarity. Through this combination of abilities, I could analyze Vorgath's power structure with crystalline precision.
