The air felt like it had turned to glass—shimmering, sharp, and suffocating. Ukar's muscles bulged, veins pulsing like rivers of molten iron as he gritted his tusked teeth and let out a defiant roar.
"RAAAAGHHH!"
His body spasmed with a sudden surge of raw willpower, a violent quake tearing through the strange invisible puppet-strings that had bound him. For a split second, something ancient and primal shimmered in his eyes—something even he didn't fully understand.
Was it the power of his orc sense of his life being in danger or was it the pure panic in his body that was coming out? Shennong was pretty excited to see Ukar's power.
Crack!
The invisible bonds of Yenissa's control shattered like thin ice beneath a warhammer.
Ukar dropped to one knee, panting hard, but a grin curved his cracked lips.
"I'm not your damn puppet," he snarled, rising slowly.
