Volk stood frozen, and his head was trying to dig deep to his brain on what to do as the system notification glared in front of his eyes:
| Mission Failed.
| Basic-level Muay Thai Kickboxing received.
| Dreadmaw Clan will experience annihilation in 7 hours. |
His heart thundered in his chest, and his breath came in ragged gasps.
"No.
"This cannot be it."
Desperation clawed at his insides, threatening to explode inside him.
"I will not die like this.
"I will not let my people die like this!"
His teeth ground together, and his hands balled into fists so tight that his knuckles turned white.
"NO!"
Volk roared, shaking the very air around him.
The sound was primal, wild, as if something deep within him had finally broken free.
"I will not let this happen!" His voice cracked, but he didn't care. He couldn't care.
