Sung Woo-Ji barely had time to register what was happening before Volk's twisted form emerged from the ground, his facial features distorted in unnatural ways.
The Orc leader's eyes gleamed with a sinister light, and his lips twisted into a grotesque smile. "Interesting... a system," Volk muttered, his voice dripping with malice.
Before Sung Woo-Ji could even react, the grip around his ankle tightened, the massive green hand holding him in place. But then it grew.
The hand expanded, grotesquely swelling in size until it was no longer just gripping his leg.
Half of Sung Woo-Ji's body was now encased in the Orc's oversized hand, the pressure mounting with each passing second.
Volk's grin widened. His voice thundered with malevolent glee. "I'LL CRUSH YOU!"
Sung Woo-Ji gasped, feeling the weight of the world pressing down on him as Volk's hand tightened, the air squeezed from his lungs.
