Volk stood there, panting heavily, as the dust settled around him.
His chest heaved with each breath, and his muscles bulged, throbbed with the strengthened destructive muscle of his Radioactive form.
He could still feel the remnants of fear gnawing at the edges of his consciousness, but it was overshadowed by something far more potent: rage.
Pure, unadulterated rage that coursed through his veins, rippling like molten lava, ready to explode and cause an extinction to all.
Volk glanced down at the timer on his system interface. His eyes widened in surprise.
Last time, he had only five minutes in his Radioactive form, but now… now he had seven minutes.
"How?" he thought, his mind racing. "Did I get stronger? No… it must be thanks to Solluha'r. She must have done something…" but the one who was thinking was the Orc inside his radioactive form.
He said, immediately, his thoughts were interrupted by a cold, mocking voice.
