Escape From Orc: Fleeing [final] Review

Below her, the Iron Spire shrank into a needle of black rock. She looked toward the horizon, where the first light of a true dawn was breaking over the . The Orcs could not follow her into the light. She had done the impossible: she had fled the Final Gate, and for the first time in a decade, she was free.

Elara sprinted. Her lungs burned as she reached the edge of the bridge. The wind here was a physical force, howling through the canyon. Korgath was mere feet away, his heavy breathing a wet, raspy sound behind her. Escape from Orc: Fleeing [Final]

The rhythmic drumming of iron boots against the obsidian stone of the echoed like a death knell. Elara didn't look back; she knew the Shadow-Orcs were gaining. The air in the fortress was thick with the smell of sulfur and ancient rot, a sensory reminder of why no one had ever escaped the Orcish Highlands before. The Final Gate Below her, the Iron Spire shrank into a needle of black rock