Mercius knew what this was. So did Percival, laying on the rock, eyes closed, sleeping sound like a baby.
This was a Death Throe. It happens when a Boss is extremely low in HP, and near the verge of death. The greatest power it has is unleashed, and even more, the creature doubles in all attributes.
Mercius narrowed his eyes. He had killed thousands of Demonspawns and slaughtered Dungeon Bosses, even in their Death Throes.
Nothing was new to him.
Mercius pushed himself up from the splintered wood. He held his Paragon Shield with his hand and threw it behind him.
The shield sped towards where Percival lay, and suddenly paused, frozen in the air.
Suddenly it exploded into yellow light, forming the wall of gold that protected Percival. ⸢Aegis of Light⸥ rose at once, a sanctified barrier encircling its master, standing firm against the beasts Mercius knew would descend upon him.
