High above the battlefield, Volk floated, suspended in the endless expanse of the blue sky.
His massive, grotesque form—a blend of raw muscle and unnatural energy—seemed to consume the space around him.
His radioactive Ogre-like body radiated an eerie green hue, casting a faint glow on the clouds that drifted lazily around him.
The air sizzled faintly with his presence, a reminder of the raw, devastating power he now held.
His elongated limbs, each rippling with grotesque strength, stretched outward, and his enormous, twisted frame looked almost serene against the tranquil backdrop of the heavens.
Volk's glowing eyes narrowed as he stared into the distance, his thoughts racing.
The system's punishment after fighting the undead monarch still echoed in his mind, an ever-present reminder of his limitations.
"The radioactive state is restricted until specific conditions are met..."
