Volk crouched low to the ground, his massive hands digging into the soil with relentless force.
Each scoop of earth seemed easier than the last, the radioactive magic in his gauntlet humming with purpose.
The more he dug, the more he felt connected to the strange, pulsing energy within the gauntlet.
"Ground Burrower," Volk muttered to himself, the words appearing in his mind as though whispered by the gauntlet itself.
He could feel its intent—this wasn't just a weapon of destruction. It was a tool of dominance over the very terrain itself.
He dug deeper, the soil flying around him in great clumps.
The sensation of the gauntlet adapting and learning from his actions filled him with a strange sense of exhilaration.
It was as if the weapon had a mind of its own, and it thrived on his aggression.
Suddenly, Volk froze.
His instincts screamed at him, warning him of something lurking beneath.
