You face a towering figure, muscles corded and skin marred like bark. Coarse feathers cling to his furred mantle, and his axe—massive, nicked, wrapped in sinew—rests in hands thick as gnarled roots.
Warbound Berserkers are elite shock troopers, hardened by ritual trials and countless battles. Clad in hides and scars, they wield greataxes with relentless fury, fighting through wounds most would not survive. Their rage is methodical—precise, brutal, and unending.