Volk, hulking in his radioactive Ogre-like form, snarled in frustration.
His glowing eyes flickered, and his body trembled with rage.
The bone dragons circled him like vultures, their rattling jaws clacking ominously.
The ground beneath his feet shook, mirroring the seething fury building inside him.
He clenched his fists, the radioactive energy crackling around his massive body like a storm.
"VOLK… SMASH! VOLK… DESTROY!"
His voice boomed across the battlefield, reverberating through the bone-strewn landscape.
He swung his fists wildly, smashing one dragon after another, but it was futile.
The dragons kept rising, bones clicking and clattering, as if mocking him.
Every blow he landed only brought more of them to life. It felt endless, and for the first time, Volk felt something foreign creeping into his chest—desperation.
CRUNCH!
Another dragon slammed into him, sending him flying backward.
