The earth shaman raised her hands, and the ground trembled in response.
A deep rumble echoed through the clearing as the soil cracked and shifted.
Michael watched as the earth shaman focused, her magic sinking into the land.
A moment later, the ground caved inward, forming a massive pit.
The process wasn't instant—it took time for the shaman to carefully displace the dirt, ensuring the hole was deep and wide enough to accommodate the sheer number of corpses.
The armored orcs stood by silently.
Michael took a moment to examine the hole.
It was at least ten feet deep and wide enough to fit the entire pile with room to spare.
Michael nodded in approval.
"Good," he muttered.
Now came the next step.
He turned to the fire shaman. "Burn them."
Without hesitation, the shaman raised her hands, and flames surged from her palms.
A wave of heat washed over the clearing as the fire leaped toward the pile of corpses.
