The thunderous roar reverberated through the cave and the souls of the Orcs. Though those who had come this time were all elites among the Orcs, faced with such bizarre and sinister attack without warning, they could not help but feel their hearts tremble and their minds reel.
At that moment, a massive tentacle surged up from the pitch-black lake like an earth dragon turning over. Its tip rose high overhead before crashing down toward them like a toppled stone pillar reaching the heavens.
Grommash had no doubt that if this attack landed, the gathered group would pay a terrible price.
That was something Grommash could not accept!
He could accept the deaths of his clansmen, but he could not accept such a sudden catastrophe.
A heavy shield of light became a thick wall of radiance. With Hecate's outstretched palm, it blocked C'Thun's tentacle attack. The collision between Holy Light and Shadow Power inevitably produced a violent clash.
C'Thun's tentacle hissed as though a human body had suffered a severe burn.
"...Insect, you have angered me..."
C'Thun's furious roar once again became a Mental Storm, violently battering the Orcs' minds. The power of shadow and Whispers of the Void lingered around them, refusing to fade from their ears. Yet their minds only wavered for an instant. Before corruption and contamination could take hold, the blazing Holy Light swept everything clean.
C'Thun realized that his power of temptation had failed to achieve its intended effect, which only deepened his anger. As a void creature, he cared little for other races and lives, but as a Shadow Creature, he utterly despised Holy Light.
At first, he had thought these people were merely pitiful mortals who had learned of his existence and gained a little power, foolishly hoping to destroy him. But now,