Volk, still in his massive radioactive Ogre-like form, stood in the center of the chaotic Draconic Graveyard domain, pounding his chest with primal fury.
His deep, guttural roar echoed through the barren wasteland.
"VOLK IS THE STRONGEST!" he bellowed, his voice shaking the very earth beneath his feet.
His eyes were wild, his massive fists clenched tightly as he surveyed the destruction he had caused.
Suddenly, his system chimed.
Ding!
| Mission Completed. |
For a brief moment, Volk's rampage halted. He squinted at the notification hovering before him, his mind struggling to comprehend the meaning of the words.
Not all the horde members would perish.
Volk frowned, his sharp teeth grinding against one another as his brow furrowed in confusion.
"Horde… safe?" he growled under his breath, feeling a strange mixture of satisfaction and bewilderment. But then, another line appeared.
| Please keep yourself alive. |