"YOU REALLY!!"
Zenveil's voice was a thunderclap in the cavern, filled with a fury that echoed off the jagged walls.
Before Volk could react, the Warlock and his monstrous steed, Dozer, were already upon him.
The air split with a booming sound, and in the blink of an eye, Zenveil's sneering face was inches from Volk's.
Bang!
The massive paw of the three-headed beast, controlled with precision by Zenveil's dark magic, swung toward Volk with blinding speed.
KaBang!
The impact was like a boulder colliding with Volk's chest.
The force drove him deep into the earth, with the ground swallowing him in a cloud of dust and debris.
His bones groaned under the heavy pressure, and for a moment, the world was nothing but a blur of pain.
His mind spun, the taste of blood sharp on his tongue. But even as the world dimmed around him, Volk clung to consciousness, his heart pounding in defiance.
He wasn't dead.
