Slowly, Grokk turned. His heavy steps carried him forward until he stood directly before Lumberling. His shadow loomed larger than ever, yet his movements carried no arrogance. With deliberate reverence, he sank to one knee, lowering his head as he had countless times before.
"My Lord," Grokk's voice rumbled, rough but steady, "I swore loyalty to you once, and I'll swear it again. I stand stronger now than I ever have, and it's because of you. You gave me a path when I had none, and purpose beyond just survival. For that, I owe you everything."
He pressed a clawed hand to his chest and bowed low. "From this day to my last breath, my life is yours. Against beast, man, or whatever comes, I will follow you."
The warriors around them fell silent, watching the moment with wide eyes. It wasn't just an oath, it was devotion, forged through blood and battle.
