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The giant before them inhaled deeply, its massive chest expanding like a mountain preparing to collapse. For a moment, the world seemed to hold its breath. Then, it unleashed a deafening roar.

ROOOOOOOOAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!

The sound wasn't just loud—it was cataclysmic, a force of nature that struck them like a hurricane made of noise. The air itself seemed to shatter, vibrating with a power that pressed against their chests and rattled their skulls. The mist around them swirled violently, dispersing for an instant before being sucked back in by the sheer force of the roar.

The goblins were the first to fall. Their sensitive ears betrayed them, their small bodies convulsing as they screamed in pain.

"Aaaaaahhhhhh! It hurts! It hurtsssss!" one goblin shrieked, clutching his ears and stumbling backward.

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"Make it stop! MAKE IT STOP!" another wailed, his voice cracking as tears streamed down his face.

"We're gonna die! We're gonna diiiiieeeeee!" a third cried, collapsing onto his knees before crumpling entirely, his face contorted in agony.

One by one, the goblins dropped like leaves in a storm. Some clawed at their ears, desperate to block out the sound, while others curled into fetal positions, their high-pitched cries drowned out by the giant's roar.

The orcs, larger and sturdier, fared only slightly better. At first, they gritted their teeth and growled, trying to resist the overwhelming sound.

"Gaaaaaahhh! What is this devilry?!" one bellowed, his voice trembling under the weight of the sound.

"Stand firm! We're orcs! We—aaaarrghhh!" another tried to rally, only to collapse to his knees as blood trickled from his ears.

"Volk! What do we—aaaahhhh! Volk!" one shouted, his face twisted in anguish before he too toppled over, his massive hands clasped tightly over his ears.

The orcs fell slowly, each letting out guttural groans and cries that echoed through the chaos. Their muscular frames shuddered as they writhed on the ground, the pain too much even for their formidable bodies.

And then, the ogres began to falter.

Their deep, rumbling voices boomed as they tried to fight back against the sound.

"Graaahhhhh! What… what is this…?!" one roared, his voice breaking as he staggered backward.

"My head! My HEAD!" another bellowed, pounding his fists into the ground as if trying to anchor himself.

"We can't… we can't… noooo!" a third groaned, his massive hands gripping his skull as he sank to his knees.

The ogres fell last, their immense frames collapsing like felled trees. Even as they lay on the ground, their fingers dug into the dirt, their roars of defiance turning into moans of defeat.

"Volk…" one managed to mutter weakly, his voice trembling as he glanced up at their leader with desperate, pain-filled eyes. "What do we… do…?"

Everywhere Volk looked, his horde was in chaos. The goblins lay crumpled, their small bodies shaking as they whimpered in pain. The orcs were on their hands and knees, their fierce expressions twisted into masks of torment. The ogres, the strongest among them, were sprawled on the ground, their booming voices reduced to pained groans.

Even as they fell, most of them kept their hands clamped over their ears, their faces contorted as if the roar was drilling into their very souls. Blood seeped from the ears of some, a stark reminder of the sheer power of the sound.

Volk stood in the midst of it all, his own ears ringing, his vision slightly blurred from the pressure. But he didn't move, didn't falter. His gaze locked onto the giant, whose glowing eyes burned with a primal fury.

"Hold on…" Volk muttered under his breath, his fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white. He could feel the weight of his horde's pain, their suffering pressing down on him like a mountain. And yet, he stood firm, defiant in the face of the impossible.

The giant's roar finally began to fade, the sound dissipating into the mist like a storm retreating into the distance. But the damage had been done. The horde lay scattered and broken, their cries and groans the only sounds now filling the void left by the roar.

Volk's jaw tightened as he surveyed the scene, his heart pounding with a mixture of rage and determination. His horde was down, but they weren't out. Not yet.

The giant inhaled once more, its chest swelling like a vast, unyielding balloon of destruction. For a brief, horrifying moment, everything was still—time itself seemed to pause, the mist curling unnaturally around its massive form. Then it released another deafening roar.

ROOOOOOAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!

The earth trembled violently beneath the horde, the sound ripping through the air like a tidal wave of pure agony. The pressure was unbearable, a physical force that slammed into them, shattering any hope of resistance.

The goblins were the first to succumb again.

"AAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!! NOT AGAIN!" one shrieked, clutching his head so tightly it seemed like he was trying to crush his own skull.

"It's killing us! It's—gaaahhh!" another wailed before falling flat on his face, twitching as blood streamed from his ears.

"We can't—help—aaaahhhh!" a third stammered, his tiny hands clawing at the dirt before collapsing in a heap.

Their high-pitched screams echoed pitifully against the relentless roar. Their faces were pale, their small frames trembling as blood trickled not just from their ears but also from their noses and mouths.

The orcs, who had barely managed to rise after the first roar, faltered once more.

"No… not again! NOOO!" one bellowed, his deep voice cracking as he fell to his knees, his hands futilely clamping over his ears.

"My ears… my head… it's… bursting!" another growled, his face contorted in raw agony as blood began to seep from his eyes.

"Volk! We can't—aarghhh! We can't take this!" one shouted desperately before slamming his fist into the ground, the impact doing nothing to alleviate his suffering.

The orcs' groans and cries mixed with the goblins' screams, creating a symphony of torment. Their larger bodies shuddered violently, their faces twisted in expressions of pain and terror as blood flowed freely from every orifice.

Even the mighty ogres, who had managed to remain upright moments ago, could no longer withstand the onslaught.

"This… is… impossible!" one rumbled, his voice breaking as he staggered backward, his immense hands gripping his head.

"My body… feels… like it's… tearing apart!" another groaned, his knees buckling before he collapsed heavily onto the ground.

"VOLK! DO SOMETHING!" a third roared, his booming voice filled with desperation as blood began to drip from his massive tusks.

The ogres fell like great, crumbling mountains, their enormous frames writhing in agony. Their deep, guttural cries echoed painfully as they pressed their heads to the ground, as though seeking some escape from the unrelenting roar.

Volk, standing amidst the chaos, felt his ears ringing again, his vision blurring. He remained on his feet, but he could feel the giant's roar pressing down on him like an iron fist, the vibrations rattling his very bones. But something about this second roar felt… different.

"Why is it roaring again?" Volk muttered under his breath, his sharp eyes narrowing as he focused on the massive creature. "It could've attacked by now. Why—"

His thought was cut short as he heard a chilling sound—wet, gurgling noises coming from the fallen horde. He turned his gaze to them, his eyes widening in shock.

The goblins' small mouths were open, their cries of pain now mixed with blood that poured from their lips.

"It's… inside me! It's—ackkk!" one sputtered, choking as crimson dripped from his chin.

"My… my eyes!" another goblin screamed, clawing at his face as blood streamed from his eye sockets, painting his green skin red.

The orcs were no better. Blood flowed from their ears, noses, and mouths in a horrific torrent.

"It's… tearing us apart from the inside!" one orc gasped, his hands trembling as he reached out toward Volk.

"I can't… I can't see!" another groaned, his eyes bloodshot and leaking scarlet tears.

The ogres' suffering was equally terrible.

"My chest… it feels like it's exploding!" one rumbled, blood bubbling at the corners of his mouth.

"VOLK! WE'RE… DYING!" another bellowed, his deep voice breaking into a desperate, pitiful wail as blood poured from his ears and nostrils.

Volk's heart pounded as he surveyed the gruesome scene. His horde—his warriors—lay in ruin, writhing in agony as their bodies betrayed them. Blood painted the ground beneath them, pooling in dark, glistening puddles. Their cries of pain, once so defiant, were now weak and pleading.

The roar finally died down, leaving behind an eerie silence broken only by the labored, blood-choked breaths of the fallen horde. And then, as one, they all turned their gazes to Volk.

"Volk… what do we do now?" one goblin asked weakly, his voice trembling with fear.

"Leader… save us…" an orc groaned, his bloodied hand reaching out.

"Tell us… tell us what to do…" an ogre rumbled, his massive body shuddering as he struggled to stay conscious.

All their eyes—red-rimmed, bloodshot, and filled with desperation—were on him. Their pain, their terror, their fading hope—they placed it all in Volk's hands. And for the first time, Volk felt the full weight of what it meant to lead.