Korslug watched in silence as the two figures in da distance came closer to da pillar, all around them da swirling storm of magick, lightnin’ and waaagh alike. The rest of da army, led by Brolgor, was already on its way back to da encampment, departin’ swiftly after fightin’ off da army of Stormgitz that they came across while stalkin’ these ruins in search of another orruks to add to their clan. Korslug was to be with them. He was at first, but then he vanished, headin’ back to da place of da battle after he realised those two weren’t with them. What were da two doin’? He sneaked back to da ruins, still ragin’ at Břřok for the battle. For how he put him away, denied him fightin’. How he needlessly prolonged the battle, not using any sneaky taktikz, no nothin’. Like an Ironjawz, stoopidly heading into battle, like a fool. But Břřok was no fool, Korlslug learned to know that, se he came back, he wanted to see what was happenin’, still thinkin’ bout the battle.
They noticed the storm humies in advance, they had time to prepare, to move first, they didn’t. Stoopidly standing there as the stormcast moved. Only after did Břřok ordered charge. It was the direction of da pillar, realized Korslug later. He had time to watch da fightin’. Břřok told him to stay behind, to protect Gloamlurka. So, he did. He waited and waited and for most of da fightin’ he and his boyz were doin’ nothin’. Břřok and Knarl’sboyz charged while Jawrukk and his boyz sneaked around. He saw his boss take down the git on the crow thing, only for da boss of the stromgitz clan to arrive. Their fightin’ was vicious and he saw Břřok laugh until his troggoth fell, but Brolgor beat the stormboss and he was dragged away. He could see then, that da boyz were cheerin’ for Brolgor, not Břřok.
Da fightin’ continued, a vicious melee with no tricks. That was da moment when he realized where da true battle that was bein’ fought. While thinkin’ back on it, Korlug realized it was happenin’ all along. Zoghag was in a combat of his own with the storm shamans, all of them at once. Yet weirdly, no magick attack struck. He now understood. Zoghag was winnin', dispellin' all them spells. Many and many and more. With each dispel, magic swirled, as a beast locked in place, as if it could not do da fightin’, as if it could not go away. And da storm grew. When finally, the stormcast charged Gloamlurka and Korslug had stuff to do, some of them were eaten whole by da storm. Around that time, da stormcast started runnin’ away. He was mad then, did not do enough fightin’ and what fightin’ there was was stooped and fair. But maybe he understood, as he was watching da two figures in front of da pillar, magick swirlin’ all around, blue and green. Maybe da fightin’ made da morruk magick stronger.
Gloamlurga stepped forward and touched da pillar and Břřok raised bone of one of those hydras Knarl’s boyz hunted months ago. Da storm raged stronger than ever before and Gloamlurka started shrieking’ some spell. All of da magic then came together around da bone. Břřok threw it in da air and stepped aside. With a blast, giant orruk skull appeared, vomiting waaagh magicks with a bellowin’ cry. And then it disappeared. Only a faint green waaagh shone around da pillar. And beneath, small puddles. All too familiar. Swamp like that from da Gnashmaw, from da pit of them swampcallas. Like da one from da Gloamwater Summit. Korslug vanished, headin’ back to da army, thinkin’. Where were Břřok and Zoghag after da battle in da black fire city. That was da place of powaagh too…