The Skeleton Lord's scythe screeched against the stone floor as it advanced, each step rattling through the cavern like a war drum. The miasma spilling from its frame thickened, curling through the air like oily smoke.
Rhys tightened his grip on Aether Vein, his fused aura blazing with water's flowing strength, light's purity, and shadow's consuming edge. "Let's put an end to you."
The Lord swung first — a wide, cleaving arc of black death energy. Rhys moved instantly.
[Ghost Edge Step] blurred him past the slash, the aftershock shattering the stone where he had stood.
Rhys retaliated. [Arc Surge Slash] burst from his blade, a streak of pure mana cutting through the fog and smashing against the Lord's ribcage. The boss barely flinched, its bony frame cracking but holding firm.
The scythe came down again, faster this time. Puddle's instincts flared.
