The storm raged above like an enraged deity, lightning striking the summit with unrelenting fury.
Each bolt exploded into the ground with ear-splitting cracks, sending showers of debris into the air.
The once-quiet mountain now roared with chaos, a battlefield between man-made magic and the indomitable force of Volk, the Orc.
Volk crouched low, his feet planted firmly on the trembling stone.
His breathing was heavy, and faint scorch marks covered his dark, muscular frame.
Steam rose from his shoulders where lightning had struck him moments before. His radioactive gauntlet glowed faintly, the greenish hue pulsating like a heartbeat.
"Give me more!" Volk roared into the storm, his voice a guttural boom that matched the thunder.
He grabbed a nearby boulder, its jagged edges digging into his palms. With a grunt, he heaved it over his head. The muscles in his arms rippled, veins bulging as if his body itself rebelled against the storm.
