Volk’s massive green fists slammed into the bone dragon’s chest with a sickening CRACK, sending shards of bone scattering through the air.

The impact rattled the battlefield, shaking the very ground beneath his feet.

For a moment, Volk felt a surge of triumph.

He had landed a solid hit, a blow that should have shattered the creature completely. But then, the impossible happened.

The broken bones—scattered in every direction—began to move again.

Clatter. Clatter.

The fragments of the dragon’s shattered ribcage twisted and jerked, dragging themselves back toward the center of the battlefield.

Volk’s radioactive eyes widened as the bones clicked together, reforming with eerie precision.

The dragon, whose chest he had just obliterated, was whole once again.

“WHAT…?” Volk growled, his voice filled with disbelief.

His fists clenched as he swung again, bringing both hands down on the dragon’s head with all his might.

BOOM!

The skull shattered into dust, disintegrating into a cloud of bone fragments that blew across the domain.

But as soon as the dust settled, the scattered bones began to move once more.

Each fragment flew back into place, seamlessly reattaching to the body. Within seconds, the bone dragon was fully reformed, its eye sockets glowing with that cold, dead light.

Volk let out a roar of frustration. “HOW YOU KEEP COMING BACK?! YOU MAKING VOLK ANGRY!!” His voice was a mixture of rage and confusion.

This was unlike anything he had ever faced before.

His fists, which had crushed armies, demolished cities, and left nothing but ruin in their wake, were completely useless against this creature.

He snarled, his massive form charging forward once more.

“VOLK ANGRY… DESTROY!”

His fists swung wildly, smashing into the dragon’s wings, its legs, its spine—any part of the beast he could reach.

Each time, the bones crumbled under the force of his blows. Each time, the dragon was reduced to nothing but dust and splinters.

But each time, it reformed.

Clack. Clack. Clack.

The bones pulled themselves together, one piece at a time, with a dreadful inevitability. The sound of them clattering back into place was maddening, a constant reminder that no matter how much destruction Volk wrought, the creature refused to die.

“NO! NO MORE!” Volk roared, his frustration mounting as he slammed both of his massive fists down again, pounding the dragon into the ground with a brutal WHAM.

The earth shook under the force of his blows, cracks spreading through the domain like veins of death.

The bone dragon crumbled into a pile of shattered fragments, its body utterly destroyed.

Dust filled the air, a cloud of bone particles swirling around Volk’s hulking form.

But then, as Volk’s breaths came heavy and ragged, the dust began to shift.

The fragments of bone moved, clicking together like the pieces of a grotesque puzzle. Volk’s eyes widened as he watched in horror.

The dragon was reforming again.

Piece by piece, the bones slid back into place, a rib here, a spine there.

The skull, cracked in half moments before, reassembled itself with eerie precision. The dragon stood tall once more, unscathed, as if nothing had happened.

ROOOOOAAAAARRR!

The bone dragon’s roar pierced the air, its sound so loud that Volk’s ears rang from the impact.

It wasn’t just a roar of defiance—it was a call.

A call to something far more terrifying than what Volk had been prepared for.

The air shifted. Volk’s breath hitched in his throat as he felt a cold wind blow across the battlefield.

His eyes darted around, searching for the source of the sudden chill.

The bones scattered across the domain trembled.

Volk’s heart pounded in his chest as he realized what was happening.

From the far edges of the Draconic Graveyard, more bones began to rise.

First, they were just small piles of skeletal remains—mere fragments of long-dead creatures. But they began to move. And then, they began to gather.

Volk watched in horror as the bones pulled themselves together, forming not one, but two bone dragons.

Their hollow eye sockets glowed with the same cold, dead light, and their skeletal forms creaked as they stretched their massive wings.

Clack. Clack. Clack.

The sound of bones snapping into place filled the air as more and more dragons rose from the earth.

Three. Four. Five. Ten. Twenty.

An endless number of bone dragons emerged from the ground, each one identical to the first, their forms towering over Volk’s radioactive frame.

The sky darkened as the dragons filled the air, their wings blocking out the light of the three suns that hung in the sky.

“NO… NO… THIS CAN’T BE!”

Volk screamed, his voice cracking with panic.

His fists clenched tightly, his radioactive aura flaring with a desperate intensity. But no matter how powerful he was, no matter how many times he crushed the bones beneath his fists, they kept coming back.

More dragons. More bones.

The battlefield was a sea of white, jagged bone, stretching as far as Volk could see.

The air was thick with the stench of death, and the cold, suffocating presence of the undead filled every corner of the domain.

Volk’s heart pounded in his chest. He could feel the panic rising in his throat, choking him.

For the first time in his life, he felt a deep, primal fear.

A fear that no matter how strong he was, no matter how much destruction he unleashed, he could not win.

ROOOOOAAAAARRR!

The bone dragons let out a deafening roar in unison, their hollow eye sockets glowing with that eerie light.

The ground shook beneath Volk’s feet as they moved toward him, their massive wings sending gusts of icy wind through the battlefield.

Volk staggered back, his eyes wide with terror.

How is he gonna deal with this?!

How is he going to deal with countless enemies?

He is confident against a giant, but countless of them?

This was something he could not understand, something he could not destroy. Because even if he did, it would just grow back!

The dragons closed in around him, their skeletal forms casting long, dark shadows over the battlefield.

Volk’s radioactive energy flared, but it was no use.

The bone dragons were endless.

For the first time in his life, Volk, the unstoppable juggernaut, felt truly powerless.

And as the bone dragons surrounded him, their eyes glowing with the light of death, Volk knew one thing for certain:

The fight was absolutely going to long.

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