Bab 221: Rock throw

At the top of the mountain, Volk stood like a hulking god of destruction.

The jagged peaks framed his monstrous silhouette, the faint glow of his gauntlet casting eerie green light across the craggy terrain.

His wide grin revealed sharp teeth, and his eyes gleamed with exhilaration as he surveyed the chaos below.

The sound of clattering hooves and panicked screams echoed up to him, filling his ears with a symphony of fear and carnage.

"Hah!" Volk roared, his laughter rumbling like thunder. "You puny fools dare to chase me? Then have a taste of the mountain's wrath!"

With that, he crouched low, his massive hands gripping the edges of a boulder larger than any man.

He strained for a moment, the muscles in his arms bulging as he heaved it upward.

The gauntlet on his hand glowed brighter, humming with energy that seemed to pour strength into his every fiber.

"Take this!" he bellowed, lifting the boulder above his head.