The two Legendary Voroe—one resembling a wingless ice draconic and the other a grotesquely mutated humanoid with elongated, blade-like fingers—were momentarily taken aback by the sudden surge of willpower erupting from the human forces of Graecia.
From the depths of their cold, twisted hearts, they had expected the humans to crumble under the weight of despair. The sheer presence of two Legendary Voroes should have shattered all resistance. They had believed fear would drown out every last ember of defiance.
But it hadn't.
Because of one voice—his voice.
The words of the Depravita of Wrath had somehow reignited their fire. Rather than falter, the humans fought harder. Their formations tightened, their spells surged with fury, and their hearts—already heavy with grief—now blazed with a desperate kind of courage that no monster could predict. It was maddening.
