Declining the system
Volk's march slowed as his massive feet crushed the underbrush beneath him.
His radioactive aura dimmed ever so slightly, though its ominous hum continued to ripple through the air.
The forest canopy above cast fractured beams of light onto his hulking figure, yet his glowing eyes, filled with an uncharacteristic depth of thought, were focused inward.
The notifications still lingered in his mind, each mission outlined with haunting clarity.
They weren't just options—they were crossroads, each leading to a future fraught with potential and peril.
He scratched his chin with a clawed hand, his brow furrowed in a rare moment of contemplation.
The horde behind him hesitated as they watched their leader slow, uncertain whether to pause or press forward.
Volk's imposing figure was like a monolith, immovable yet radiating energy that could erupt at any moment.