Vessel of Death Monarch

Volk's massive, twisted form stood over the battlefield, his mutated features contorted into a mask of grim satisfaction. 

The air around him crackled with radioactive energy, the very ground beneath his feet scorched and withered. 

His glowing eyes surveyed the scene, lingering on the crumbled remnants of the Ranker World's finest hunters. 

Broken bodies lay strewn across the field, and a thick miasma of death clung to the bones and dust that filled the Draconic Graveyard domain.

He could still feel the weight of Sung Woo-Ji's crushed form in his hand. 

The limp body of the once-feared Ranker dangled from his oversized fist, unmoving, broken, lifeless. 

Volk's mind didn't linger on the significance of his kill. 

To him, it didn't matter that this human was one of the pillars of the Ranker World. 

What mattered was that he had completed his mission.