Wave 3 — Arrival
The air grew heavy, charged with an ominous pulse.
A low rumble echoed through each arena — a warning.
From shadowed rifts in the ground, new enemies emerged — Twilight Revenants: ethereal warriors cloaked in dark mist, their eyes glowing cold blue, their weapons forged from corrupted mana.
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My Arena
The Revenants moved with unnatural speed and coordination. Their attacks were precise, cutting through the air like whispers of death.
I braced, activating Blank Protocol, the familiar hum of cosmic essence swirling around me.
I shifted stance immediately, cycling through Crimson Recast's Precision Flame — focusing on damage-over-time, planning to outlast their relentless strikes.
They struck in unison — a flurry of blade-like shadows aimed at my limbs and core.
I dodged with razor focus, retaliating with rapid strikes ignited by Emberfang Style.
Burn stacks flickered higher with every hit.
The Revenants hissed, but pressed their assault.
