The things he had seen had haunted his every dream, twisting them into terrible nightmares. He had almost abandoned all hope, but now his chance had arrived, and he wouldn’t allow anyone to take it away from him. He needed his approval now more than ever. He couldn't allow himself to lose control of his emotions in front of the Dark Lord. He felt the rage burning up inside, his muscles flinched, but his expression remained stern, not to give away his reaction, for he remembered the place from where the beasts were coming through. The messenger spoke of horrendous beasts, emerging from freshly opened fissures in the mountain. In the throne room, Grosh sat in silence and listened. ![]() Intrigued, he insisted on taking the messenger before the Dark Lord, himself. The gigantic warrior didn’t pay attention to the rushed speech until he heard the words “primal terrors”. ![]() Grosh was sharpening his axe when the messenger arrived at the courtyard, gasping for breath and requesting an audience with Vez’nan.
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