Volk’s massive form twisted and jerked as the bone dragons swarmed around him.

Each strike he landed sent clouds of bone dust into the air, but no matter how hard or fast he attacked, the dragons kept reforming.

His radioactive fists smashed through rib cages, crushed skulls, and shattered spines, but the fragments would simply pull back together, knitting themselves into new creatures as though his efforts were meaningless.

“GRAAAAARGH!”

Volk roared, his voice booming across the battlefield, shaking the very ground beneath him.

He slammed his fist into a dragon’s skull, reducing it to dust once more. But even as the bones crumbled at his feet, more dragons appeared from the endless sea of skeletons around him.

It was like fighting a tide—no matter how many he destroyed, they always returned.

The air around him was thick with death. It clung to him like a cold, damp cloak, chilling his skin despite the radioactive heat that radiated from his body.

His breath came in ragged gasps, the effort of fighting off the endless horde of undead wearing him down.

Crack! Smash! BOOM!

The sounds of bone and flesh colliding echoed through the graveyard as Volk swung his fists wildly, each blow creating a deafening explosion.

However, the dragons moved faster than he could keep up, darting in and out of his reach, their skeletal forms snapping and clattering with deadly precision.

“SMASSSH!”

Volk howled as he swung his fist through the air, aiming for another dragon that had swooped down from above.

His fist connected with its jaw, sending bone fragments flying in every direction. But the creature barely paused.

Its body twisted, reforming in midair before slamming into him with the force of a speeding boulder.

Volk staggered back, his feet digging deep trenches into the earth as he struggled to regain his balance.

He could feel the weight of the battle pressing down on him, like an invisible hand squeezing his chest.

“DIVIIIDE!”

He bellowed, launching another spore strike.

The spores flew through the air, glowing with a sickly green light as they impacted the bone dragons. But even the paralysis, confusion, and disorienting effects of his spores did nothing.

The dragons barely reacted.

It was as though they were immune to his powers, their undead forms untouched by his radioactivity.

One of the bone dragons lunged at him, its jaws snapping with a CRUNCH as they closed around his arm.

Volk let out a guttural roar of pain, swinging his massive fist to dislodge the creature.

He smashed its skull to pieces, sending the bones flying across the battlefield. But once again, the bones began to pull themselves back together, reassembling into a new dragon.

“NOOO! STAY DEAD!” .

Volk screamed, his rage reaching a fever pitch. He swung his fists in every direction, smashing the dragons left and right.

His radioactive energy flared, casting an eerie green glow over the battlefield as he unleashed a wave of destruction.

BOOM!

He sent another dragon flying with a powerful uppercut, its body disintegrating into dust. But even as he watched, the dust began to swirl, pulling itself back together.

More bones rose from the ground, forming new dragons faster than Volk could destroy them.

His vision blurred with frustration and exhaustion.

Sweat poured down his green skin, mixing with the blood that seeped from the wounds the dragons had managed to inflict.

His breaths were coming faster now, each one a ragged gasp for air.

He wasn’t winning. He wasn’t even holding them off.

ROOOOOAAARR!

Another bone dragon slammed into his side, its skeletal wings cutting into his flesh like knives.

Volk screamed in pain, his hand reaching for the creature, but before he could crush it, three more dragons descended upon him.

They clawed and bit at his body, their teeth and talons slicing through his radioactive skin as though it were nothing more than paper.

“NO…!”

Volk roared, trying to shake them off. He thrashed wildly, swinging his fists in every direction, but the bone dragons were relentless.

They were everywhere.

Surrounding him.

Clawing at him.

Tearing him apart.

Volk’s knees buckled.

He fell to the ground, the weight of the dragons pressing him down into the dirt.

His massive hands trembled as he tried to push himself back up, but his strength was fading fast. His vision blurred again, this time from more than just exhaustion.

Was this… fear?

“RAAAAAHHHH!”

Volk unleashed a final roar, pushing himself up with all the strength he had left.

He swung his fists one more time,

smashing through the dragons around him.

Bones shattered, but the moment they hit the ground, they began to pull themselves back together.

As he struggled to keep fighting, a sharp ding echoed in his ears. Volk’s blood ran cold.

A notification appeared in his vision, glowing red:

Time Remaining: 5 minutes.

Mission Failure: All Horde Members Will Die.

Volk’s eyes widened in horror. His fists, already trembling from exhaustion, clenched tighter as the reality of the situation sank in.

He had only five minutes left to complete his mission.

Five minutes before he lost everything. Before his horde—his army—was wiped out completely.

“NO!”

Volk roared, his voice filled with desperation.

He could feel the panic rising in his chest, suffocating him. He couldn’t fail. He wouldn’t fail.

He had to finish this.

He had to kill the vessel of the Death Monarch. But where was it?

Where was the human that had started this entire nightmare?

His eyes darted around the battlefield, searching for any sign of his target, the main character, but all he saw were nothing but bones.

Endless amount of bones.

Volk’s heart pounded in his chest as the glowing numbers in his vision burned brighter.

Time Remaining: 4 minutes.

The seconds ticked away like a slow, merciless hammer.

The pressure felt unbearable.

He slammed another bone dragon into the ground, but it was no use.

The bones reformed faster than he could destroy them.

Sweat dripped from his brow, mixing with the blood that flowed from countless wounds.

His massive body heaved, chest rising and falling as exhaustion threatened to consume him.

Each hit seemed weaker than the last.

CRUNCH!

Another dragon’s tail slammed into his side, sending Volk skidding across the bone-laden ground.

He barely managed to dig his claws into the dirt to stop himself. His radioactive energy flared, creating a shimmering, toxic haze around him.

The dragons snapped at him, unfazed by the radiation that would normally wither anything living.

“VOLK SMASH! VOLK CRUSH!” he bellowed, voice strained with the effort of continuing the fight.

He hurled his fist toward the nearest dragon.

BOOM!

Its skull shattered, bone fragments scattering across the field. But before he could savor the victory, they pulled together again, swirling into a mass that took shape before his eyes.

This wasn’t working.

The bone dragons couldn’t die.

They kept rising from the grave like they were a part of the very air around him.

3 minutes remaining.

Volk felt his breath hitch. His mind was racing now, the urgency tightening its grip on his chest.

The dragons seemed endless, like an unstoppable wave of death.

No matter how hard he fought, they just kept coming, relentless and indifferent to his strength.

ROOOAAAR!

A bone dragon screeched above him, diving in with terrifying speed.

Volk raised both hands and caught the beast’s jaws just before they snapped shut on his head.

Its weight crushed down on him, but he held firm, roaring in defiance.

“NOT ENOUGH! YOU NOT STRONG ENOUGH!”

With a desperate burst of energy, Volk twisted his body and hurled the dragon aside, its skeletal frame smashing into the ground. But again, the bones began to swirl, pulling themselves together as though nothing had happened.

The bones shimmered with a pale, otherworldly light, almost mocking him.

Volk’s breathing was labored now, his muscles screaming for relief.

The radioactive glow around him dimmed slightly as his energy reserves began to drain.

He couldn’t sustain this much longer.

He needed to finish it.

WHAM!

Another dragon blindsided him, sending him crashing into a pile of bones.

Volk staggered to his feet, disoriented and furious.

He turned his gaze upward and saw the three suns still hanging ominously in the sky.

This wasn’t his world.

He was still trapped inside the domain of that accursed human.

2 minutes.

Panic twisted his insides.

There wasn’t enough time.

The dragons were multiplying.

Everywhere he looked, more and more of them were emerging from the ground, forming from the scattered bones of the battlefield.

Their glowing eyes locked on him, and their screeches filled the air with a deafening cacophony.

“WHERE YOU?! WHERE HUMAN?!”

Volk’s voice cracked with desperation as he swung wildly, smashing several dragons into dust. But the endless tide continued.

Bones rattled and clinked, forming new shapes around him, boxing him in.

Every strike he landed only made the problem worse.

He had to think.

He had to find the vessel of the Death Monarch—the human that controlled all of this madness.

But where?

The ground trembled beneath his feet as another bone dragon rose, even larger than the ones before.

Its massive frame towered over Volk, casting a long shadow that stretched across the battlefield.

Its jaws opened wide, and it roared with such force that Volk stumbled back.

THUD!

The force of the roar hit Volk like a shockwave.

He growled in frustration, bracing himself as he readied for another attack.

1 minute, 50 seconds.

“VOLK… WILL… NOT FAIL!”

His roar echoed across the domain, but for the first time, there was a note of doubt in his voice.

He charged forward, swinging his fists wildly.

He smashed through one dragon, then another, bones crunching beneath his blows. But they just kept coming. More and more.

The clock was ticking.

He didn’t have much time.

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