Volk's eyes flicked upward, squinting as the sky above him shimmered with a strange, otherworldly light.
Three suns hung in the heavens, their rays casting an eerie glow across the landscape.
The realization hit his head like a tidal wave: he was still inside the Draconic Graveyard, the dimension that Sung Woo-Ji had controlled.
"HUH?" Volk grunted, his massive radioactive form heaving as his frustration grew.
He had killed the human—hadn't he?—but still, the domain remained intact.
That meant only one thing: the fight wasn't over. Something more was coming.
The hair on the back of his neck bristled, and for the first time, unease slithered into Volk's mind.
Suddenly, the bones scattered around the battlefield began to tremble.
At first, it was barely noticeable, just a faint rattle, like the soft tapping of fingernails against stone. But then the sound grew louder.
