As word of their intervention spread through the enemy ranks, the orc commanders began redirecting forces specifically to deal with them.
What had been a general melee gradually focused into a concentrated assault designed to eliminate the small group of humans whose presence was disrupting their carefully planned attack.
"We're drawing too much attention," Darian called out as he parried a massive orc cleaver with his sword, the impact sending shockwaves through his projected aura.
"They're starting to coordinate against us!"
Morgana was about to respond when the air itself seemed to freeze around them.
A presence of such malevolent power descended over the battlefield that even the orcs paused in their assault, their primitive minds recognizing something far more dangerous than mere human resistance.
The Lich King had taken personal interest in their small group.
