My fangs drip with the essence of those who dared betray us, the scent of fresh slaughter lingering in the air. Every step brings me nearer to the heart of the ...

The stink of death clings to my fur, but its foulness cannot mask the heady perfume of impending triumph. With every step, the weight of my revenge grows heavie...

Amidst the chaos and ruin, I march towards my destiny, a blade of righteous fire searing a trail through the darkness. My sister, Q'rek, waits at the end, the l...