'Shit!'
Drakthanion's head snapped back towards his front, but it was already too late. Viktor's punch was already at his chest.
His eyes widened.
"Too late."
BOOOOOOM!!!
The impact detonated through his body.
A blast wave followed, ripping through the forest as Draktharion was launched like a cannonball, crashing through multiple hills before slamming into a distant cliff, reducing it to rubble and flame.
And then… silence.
Viktor stood in the smoldering ruin, his breath coming in ragged, heavy gasps, black smoke curling from his nostrils.
The hellfire around him dimmed slowly, flickering weakly before fading altogether, revealing the true extent of his condition.
His body… was a wreck.
Burnt skin clung to muscle, cracked and blistered. Chunks of charred flesh peeled with every movement. His once bulging muscles now looked scorched and torn.
