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With a satisfied smile, the Death Monarch straightened, dusting off his hands, as if the spellwork had been nothing more than an idle task.

He sauntered toward Volk with leisurely arrogance, his injuries from Volk's previous assault seeming to have vanished entirely, his stance tall and unscathed.

He stopped a mere feet away, staring up at the immobilized ogre with a look that was equal parts fascination and disdain.

"You are a truly magnificent creature, I'll give you that," he said, eyeing Volk like a rare trophy on display. "Under my rule, you'll find many… rewards. Allow me to enlighten you on what you could enjoy."

He paced in front of Volk, his voice dripping with smug superiority as he began his list.

"First," he said, smirking as he held up a single finger, "imagine the glory of unstoppable power at your fingertips. You will be equipped with magic forged from realms beyond mortal understanding, spells that could tear through steel, through souls.

"A weapon like you would be enhanced to strike fear into any who cross our path. You would feel power coursing through you that you could never achieve alone—a transformation that would make even your current strength seem pitiful.

"I could make you a true champion of darkness, revered by the damned, feared by the living."

He let his hand fall to his side, circling Volk slowly, inspecting him like a craftsman appraising a prized piece of art. He spoke slowly, savoring each word.

"Second," he continued, his voice silken with malice, "I could offer you dominion over the realms we conquer. Entire cities would bow to your will, fear your name, and fall to their knees at your presence. Your journey continues on empire

"I would give you the authority to crush anyone who dares displease you. Imagine entire legions at your command, beings both dead and alive who would follow your orders without hesitation.

"You could reign over a kingdom of ruin, unchallenged and unstoppable, ruling with a fist of iron. Is that not the truest form of dominance?"

He came to a stop directly in front of Volk, peering up into his enraged eyes with a taunting gleam. He lowered his voice, letting his words drip into Volk's mind like venom.

"Third," he continued, his voice darker, more seductive, "you would have access to immortality. No more of this temporary strength that fades with wounds, no more fear of death lurking in the shadows.

"With me, you would live on eternally, your strength preserved forever. You could tear down kingdoms, rip apart armies, and you would never grow old, never falter.

"All that power, locked within you, free from decay, untouched by time. An everlasting legend, feared across all realms."

He chuckled, running a finger along Volk's immobilized arm, tracing the muscles that quivered with suppressed fury beneath his spell.

"And lastly, the greatest reward of all… You would become my right hand in conquest. Together, we would sweep across the planes of existence, breaking down the barriers between life and death, mortal and immortal.

"You and I would bring chaos to the heavens, extinguishing the light of every kingdom that opposes us. You would stand at my side as we carve our legacy into the very fabric of reality, etched into the cosmos."

The Monarch leaned closer, his voice a whisper that pulsed with dark promises. "You would be unstoppable. Together, we would be gods."

But as his voice faded, a low, dangerous growl rumbled from Volk, shattering the silence.

GrrrRRRRRRR!!

Despite the tendrils of necromantic energy restraining him, his body began to twitch slowly, with his muscles quivering under the sheer strain of resistance.

The Monarch's gaze shifted from smug confidence to narrowed interest as he watched Volk's body tremble, fighting back against the magic holding him in place.

"V… VOOOOLLLKK!!"

The name erupted from Volk's throat like a thunderclap, his voice echoing across the landscape.

Veins pulsed in his arms, his muscles bulging and straining against the restraints, his entire body thrumming with an unyielding aura of raw power.

It radiated off him in waves, a deep, vibrant energy that pulsed against the Monarch's dark magic, causing the very earth to quake.

The Monarch frowned, his brow furrowing as he sensed the surge of magical aura intensifying around Volk, a fury that felt like a gathering storm ready to unleash its wrath.

He took a step back, a flicker of unease crossing his face as Volk's muscles bulged, his aura blazing with a ferocity that seemed boundless, limitless.

"WOOOOOON'T BE…"

Volk's voice growled, his eyes blazing like twin infernos, his entire being vibrating with a power that defied any attempt to bind it.

The ground beneath him cracked, the earth itself seeming to resonate with his defiance as the necromantic restraints strained, fraying under the pressure of his growing aura.

"UNDER ANYOOOOOOOOONE!!"

Volk roared, his voice splitting the air, shattering the silence in a deafening explosion of sound that tore through the battlefield.

His aura burst forth like a tidal wave, exploding with a violent force that sent shockwaves rippling outward, disrupting the Monarch's dark magic in a spectacular display of raw energy.

The tendrils binding him unraveled, disintegrating under the sheer magnitude of his power.

KRA-BOOOM!

The explosion of his aura sent debris flying, chunks of earth hurtling in every direction as the ground around him splintered, cracked, and erupted in a tempest of dust and shattered rock.

The shockwave slammed into the Monarch, forcing him to stagger back, his eyes widening as he took in the sheer magnitude of Volk's unbridled strength.

The Death Monarch sneered, eyes gleaming with dark amusement as he tilted his head, watching Volk stagger to his feet.

"It seems," he sneered, voice dripping with mockery, "I must convince you with more than mere words, since reasoning appears beneath you, ogre."

He clenched his fist, dark energy crackling around his knuckles like storm clouds gathering over a cursed sea.

Then, in a single, fluid and solid move, he lunged forward, closing the distance between them in an instant.

BANG!

His fist connected squarely with Volk's chest, and an eruption of force rippled outward.

Volk's massive frame was hurled through the air, crashing into the distant ground with a thunderous impact that shook the earth, scattering dust and rocks in every direction.

Before the dust could settle, the Death Monarch lowered his gaze and spread his hands wide, black tendrils of necromantic energy trailing from his fingertips as he pressed his palms against the ground.

From the soil below, two portals opened, spilling forth a sickly green and crimson light that bathed the battlefield in an eerie glow.

A low growl, guttural and menacing, echoed from within each portal, sending an icy chill rippling through the air.

Then, with a burst of dark necromantic energy, two monstrous skeletal hounds clawed their way into existence.

Each hound towered at a height that rivaled Volk himself, their skeletal bodies composed of blackened bones as thick as iron, intertwined with veins of pulsing, crimson energy.

Their skulls were crowned with wickedly sharp horns, curved and menacing, and their jaws were lined with jagged teeth that glistened with deathly poison, dripping onto the ground, sizzling as it burned into the dirt.

Their eye sockets blazed with a malevolent green fire, burning with an unholy hunger that promised nothing but ruin.

Around their bodies, an aura of death and destruction energy oozed, swirling like a thick mist, as if the very essence of decay radiated from their forms.

Skeletal abyssal hounds!