Volk stood over the remains of Zenveil, his chest heaving with labored breaths, with his mind also clouded in a haze of rage.
He could feel his muscles were swollen with unnatural power, they were pulsating with radioactive energy that coursed through his veins, wildly.
He looked down at the mangled, splattered remains of Zenveil, his half-body crushed into the ground like pulp, the three heads of the monstrous dog flattened beneath Volk's relentless strikes.
There was nothing left but the twitching remains of Zenveil's final heart, still beating faintly amidst the destruction he caused to its whole body.
Immediately, Volk's fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles cracked audibly and splitting the air around absentmindedly.
His teeth were bared in an uncontrollable snarl as his mind wanted him to rampage!
GRRRRRR….
