Bab 155: Sense of Danger

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 seemed to stand still for a heartbeat, the chaos around him momentarily 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 seemed 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.