The Death Monarch scowled, his fingers flicking out in a desperate motion as he called forth yet another spell.
Dark energy coiled around him like a viper ready to strike, and he thrust his hands forward, unleashing a torrent of deathly tendrils that lashed toward Volk, their tips crackling with the promise of agony.
"With this curse, you will wither, you wretched beast!" he spat, his voice thick with frustration.
But Volk didn't even flinch.
He let the dark tendrils graze his skin, watching as they slid off, unable to latch onto his hardened, empowered body.
His eyes blazed with contempt.
Raising his massive fist, he drove it straight down with a ground-shaking blow.
KABOOM!
The ground splintered, erupting in a violent shockwave as Volk's fist slammed into the earth.
The Death Monarch was blasted back, his form crumbling against the unrelenting force.