A cloud of dust and rubble exploded outward upon the collision.
Victor gasped as pain spread through his entire body and he coughed blood.
The Drakenar leader pressed its hand against his chest, pinning him down.
"You were amusing, human…"
The molten warrior's grin stretched wide, revealing razor-sharp teeth.
"But the game ends now."
Its hand wrapped around his ankle and before Victor could even react—
BAM!
The world spun violently as he was lifted and slammed down.
Again.
BAM!
And again.
CRACK!
His ribs croaked. His skull pounded. His entire body cried out in agony.
Victor could barely register it—his own blood spilling from his mouth, splattering across the broken ground.
But even as he was battered and tossed like a ragdoll, he still fought.
He struggled. He kicked. He tried anything to break free.
But it was useless.
Without his sword, he couldn't execute an attack powerful enough to free himself from this monster.
