The difference was immediate.
Aiden blocked the dual-axe orc's strike with his longsword, and the impact was weaker than before while the orc's Aura wasn't as bright or oppressive. The greatsword orc's movements were slower. The chain-wielder's attacks lacked the enhanced speed they'd had minutes ago.
All three generals could feel it.
The Shaman's buffs were completely gone.
The dual-axe orc spoke first in translated speech, his guttural voice rendering into English. "Something has changed," he said, lowering his weapons slightly. "The Shaman's magic is no longer flowing through us."
He looked at Aiden with what might have been respect. "Which means the fire mage succeeded," he continued. "Our brother is dead."
The greatsword orc said nothing, just adjusted his stance and gripped his weapon tighter while his expression remained blank.
