Dor Kan sat alone in his hut, the soft glow of candlelight casting dancing shadows on the wooden walls. The weight of his recent discoveries bore heavily upon him, his mind consumed with thoughts of the growing darkness and the impending threat to Greenfields. It was in this moment of contemplation that an unexpected visitor arrived.

A shadowy figure materialized before Dor Kan, its form flickering and shifting like smoke. A sense of unease washed over him as he recognized the unmistakable aura of the demonic presence. It was none other than a servant of the Demon King himself, sent with a proposition that would test Dor Kan's resolve.

The demon creature spoke with a voice that dripped with both seduction and menace, delivering the Demon King's offer. Riches, power, and unimaginable rewards awaited Dor Kan if only he would renounce the Covenant of Light and join the ranks of darkness. The allure of such temptations stirred within him, a conflict raging between his desire for the betterment of his people and the promise of personal gain.

Dor Kan's brow furrowed as he weighed the consequences and implications of such a decision. The Covenant of Light had been his guiding principle, his moral compass that had guided him through countless trials. To betray it would be to abandon everything he held dear, to plunge himself and his people into a future tainted by darkness.

With a heavy heart, Dor Kan shook his head, his voice filled with unwavering determination. "I cannot accept your offer. The Covenant of Light is my path, and I will protect my people from the darkness that seeks to engulf us."

The demon creature's eyes narrowed, its ethereal form contorting with frustration. It vanished as quickly as it had appeared, leaving Dor Kan alone with his decision. Though doubts still lingered, he knew deep down that he had chosen the right path.

Seeking solace and counsel, Dor Kan sought out General Thol, his trusted right-hand man. The two warriors had faced countless battles together, their bond forged through shared victories and unwavering loyalty. As Dor Kan relayed the details of his encounter with the Demon King's emissary, General Thol listened intently, his face a mask of stoicism.

But as Dor Kan turned his back to General Thol, little did he know of the treacherous peril that awaited him. In a swift and unexpected motion, General Thol shed his façade, revealing his true identity as Sabas Merm, a demon of cunning and malevolence who had covertly taken possession of Thol's body during their separation in the Frozen Tundras.

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Sabas Merm sneered with wicked delight, his voice dripping with malicious intent. "Did you truly believe your noble ideals would protect you, Dor Kan? How foolish. Now, face the consequences of your defiance!"

Caught off guard, Dor Kan, the Storm Bearer, gritted his teeth and prepared for the impending battle. The clash of blades reverberated through the air, accompanied by the crackling energy of elemental forces. Dor Kan harnessed the power of storm manipulation, wielding his signature skill, "Tempest Surge." With a mere gesture, he summoned raging winds and unleashed bolts of lightning upon his foe.

Undeterred by Dor Kan's formidable abilities, Sabas Merm unleashed his sinister arsenal, fueled by the demonic powers bestowed upon him by the Demon King. With the Shadows' Veil, a vile power granted to him, Sabas Merm maneuvered with enhanced agility and stealth, enveloped by coiling shadows. He taunted Dor Kan with a chilling voice, "Your light is but a flickering candle in the face of my darkness. Submit, and I might spare you a swift death."

The battlefield became a spectacle of opposing forces: Dor Kan's storm-laden strikes clashed against Sabas Merm's shadow-infused assaults. Each combatant relied on their unique skills and abilities, pushing themselves to the limits of their power. Dor Kan, in his determination to protect his people and uphold the Covenant of Light, fought with unwavering resolve, showcasing his mastery of "Storm's Fury" to unleash devastating blasts of lightning and thunder.

Sabas Merm, his voice laced with contempt, jeered at Dor Kan's efforts. "Your righteousness will be your downfall, Storm Bearer. Your people will suffer the consequences of your foolishness."

Despite Dor Kan's skill and valor, the malevolent influence coursing through Sabas Merm granted him an edge in the battle. With a final strike empowered by the darkest depths of his being, Sabas Merm unleashed "Abyssal Annihilation," a forbidden technique that harnessed the forces of chaos. The blow struck true, and Dor Kan, the Storm Bearer, fell to the ground, his life force extinguished in the wake of betrayal. The culprit disappeared gravely wounded by the ordeal.

News of Dor Kan's tragic demise reverberated throughout the Orc tribes of Greenfields, shattering the peace and unity they had enjoyed under his leadership. Chaos and desperation took hold as the once harmonious land fractured into factions, each vying for power and control.

In the aftermath of Dor Kan's untimely demise, the future of Greenfields hung precariously in the balance. The land, once bathed in the radiance of the Storm Bearer's guidance, now faced an uncertain and shadowed path. Darkness loomed over the region, threatening to consume it entirely.