-20 HP from Reckless
-16 HP from Reckless
They did it, they w-
A cry of pain, a cry of agony, a cry of war. Just because the wolfmen have retreated, their leader slain under the silvered blades of Zelrius didn’t mean that the Falderen army had faltered. They had to continue then. Continue to onslaught regardless. The walls had crumbled, and the enemy was flooding in, thirsty for the blood of the innocents behind the walls. Somewhere out there, a flame haired swordswoman raged against the death of the Lunatic Princess, promising vengeance. Wasn’t she a player? Hadn’t she been slaying droves of knights before?
No matter.
Blood debts and grudges could be paid at a later date. Right now, the army was closing in, killing and killing and killing and killing and make them stop.
He was still healthy. He was still strong. Unlike so many others, Cain had been almost untouched by the fight, and though he was missing his eye, it was hardly a concern compared to the injuries sustained by so many others. One of the tanks was actually, definitely at only an imaginary sliver of health, somehow still not fallen. Almost everyone was at various states of near death, and only he remained strong.
So it was time to give it his all.
<<Grand Magic Evocation>>
The three dimensional magical array burst to life around Cain, the space itself distorting into an instrument for the Muse to play.
<<Unified Harmonics>>
The Ivory Reminiscence unfurled into brilliantly white strings, bonding with the intricate magic display.
<<World End Dissonance>>
Red and black filled the array, distorting and disrupting the beauty of the music, twisting it into an apocalyptic nightmare.
“I declareth myself the Flagbearer, he who bears the burden of an army."
The crimson sigil surged towards Cain as he pointed a finger outwards towards the horde of ring eyed soldiers.
“Grant me a miracle, and crush me beneath its weight.”
Arcane power surged from his veins, imaginary dragon pulses lighting up over his skin as his remaining eye glowed with amethyst fury. Overhead, a dozen lights appeared, falling down like a meteor shower. A thing of ruinous beauty. Of calamitous serendipity.
“Finale.”
ALL IN ALL OUT
(33+70+15) x 2 = 236
721/10000
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