Volk's massive body tensed, his muscles coiling like steel cables as he crouched low, ready to launch himself into the air.
"UWAAARRRGGGG!!!"
The battlefield seed to stand still for a heartbeat, the chaos around him montarily muted by the sheer force building inside him.
He clenched his fists, veins bulging along his forearms, and then—BOOM!—he sprang upward with the force of a thousand explosions, leaving a crater where he once stood.
The shockwave from his leap rippled across the battlefield, knocking both Ogres and human rankers off their feet.
The sky itself seed to shudder as Volk shot through the air, his massive form cutting through the wind like a missile.
The sound of his ascent was deafening, like a sonic boom that tore through the clouds.
WHOOSH!
The air around him cracked and hissed as his velocity increased, the force of his jump sending him far above the armored man who hovered arrogantly below.
Volk soared higher and higher, his massive fists clenched, his mind ablaze with newfound power.
He could feel the wind tearing at his flesh, but it didn't matter.
He reveled in it, the sensation of absolute freedom, of total dominance over the battlefield below.
His eyes glead as he glanced down, far below him, at the chaos of the battle.
His horde clashed violently with the human rankers, the clash of steel and the roars of pain and fury rising like a chorus to et him.
A grin spread across his monstrous face.
Volk had an idea.
The battle, the destruction—it felt too good.
There was sothing special about this fight.
It was more than just strength—it was sothing deeper.
As he hovered in the sky, far above the battlefield, his mind flashed back to the Draconic Graveyard, the place he had utterly decimated last ti.
It was there, in the smoldering ruins of that forsaken domain, that Volk had discovered a new ability.
He would use that ability once again!
Too many people are down below, and they are waiting for him to do what he must do as an invasive monster!
To murder!
A system screen suddenly flickers into view in his vision.
The familiar sound rang in his ears:
Ding!
| You have updated one of the new features of the system.
| The health bar! |
Volk blinked, his eyes narrowing as he processed the ssage.
Health bar? he thought, confused but intrigued.
Before he could fully grasp what was happening, another ssage appeared:
Ding!
| Updating more features on the new system… |
Volk's lips curled into a sneer as he saw it.
"Updating? What now?"
He growled to himself, feeling the system's strange influence working within him. But then, his gaze flicked downward, and he noticed sothing that made his heart race.
Below, on the battlefield, the human rankers and the Ogres were now marked—each with a glowing bar of light above their heads.
The Ogres and Orcs had green bars, while the humans were marked with red.
Obviously, it ans one thing.
Green ans ally.
Red ans enemy.
Volk didn't need to be told twice.
He understood it instinctively.
The system had just granted him an ability to see the health of both his allies and his enemies.
Volk's grin widened into a full-blown snarl.
"GRAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA!"
His laughter echoed across the sky, a deep, guttural roar that shook the very air around him.
"VOOOOLLLKK IS HAPPY!" he bellowed, his voice filled with savage glee. Then, in a sudden shift, his laughter turned darker, more violent.
"THEREFORE… VOOOOOLLKK IS ANGRRRYYY!!!"
His crimson eyes glead with malice as he clenched his fists, his massive muscles rippling with anticipation.
"This system update is perfect timing," Volk muttered to himself, his voice a low growl.
"Now I can see who needs to be destroyed!"
The battlefield below was now clearly marked, and Volk knew exactly who his targets were.
Without wasting another second, Volk turned his gaze downward.
He saw the exact center of the battlefield, where both Ogres and human rankers were locked in combat.
"Perfect," he thought. His massive form hung in the sky for just a mont longer, and then, with a thunderous roar, he shot downward like a teor.
WHOOSH!
WHOOSH!
The wind scread around him as he plumted back to the earth, his body accelerating with each passing second.
The faster he fell, the stronger his energy beca, the very air around him vibrating with the sheer force of his descent.
He was like a living cot, his body glowing with an intense heat as he hurtled toward the center of the battlefield.
Below, the armored man couldn't help but be surprised.
His eyes widened as he watched Volk's monstrous form shoot into the sky like a missile.
"What is he doing?" the man thought, his brow furrowing in confusion.
He had expected Volk to attack him, to engage in battle mid-air, but instead, the Orc leader had launched himself far higher than anticipated.
The man's heart began to pound in his chest, an unfamiliar sensation creeping through him.
Sothing felt wrong.
"Why do I feel this…?" he muttered to himself, his hands tightening into fists. His heartbeat quickened, each thud of his heart growing louder in his ears. "Why…?"
Suddenly, as Volk began his rapid descent back to the battlefield, the man felt it—his heart leapt in his chest, a violent, involuntary reaction to the sheer force of Volk's presence.
His body trembled, his instincts screaming at him that sothing was terribly, terribly wrong.
"This… this isn't right…"
The armored man's eyes widened in shock as he watched Volk descending like a fiery cot, faster and stronger with each passing second.
THUMP! THUMP! His heart pounded wildly, the sensation overwhelming him.
"What… what is this?" he gasped, his voice trembling. His body was shaking uncontrollably now, his muscles refusing to obey his commands. "I can't… stop trembling!"
Volk was coming down, and there was nothing he could do to stop it.
"NUCLEAR EEECHO BOOOOOOOOMMB!!!"
Volk's voice roared across the battlefield as he drew closer to the ground, his massive fists raised and ready to smash into the earth with devastating force.
The Ogres and human rankers alike looked up in terror as Volk's massive form hurtled toward them, his fist aid directly at the center of the battlefield.
But just as Volk's fist was about to collide with the earth—BANG!
A sharp, stinging pain exploded across Volk's face.
His eyes widened in shock as his body was suddenly knocked off course, the force of the blow sending him sprawling forward, not far away from the center of the battlefield.
Volk's body hurtled downward, his montum still raging like a cot streaking through the atmosphere.
The interference had misdirected him just enough to avoid the perfect impact, but the sheer force of his descent still carried through.
CRACK!
The ground below shattered violently as his massive fist collided with the earth, sending shockwaves in all directions.
The land buckled beneath him, jagged fissures snaking outward as debris exploded into the air.
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