A Slave to the Kings
This black smoke is trying to penetrate my shadow barrier, which in itself is a separate fight.
The necromancer used his staff in a semi-arc, trying to hit me from above, but I blocked it with my left arm and heard the sound of metal cracking. My armor had absorbed the impact, which was strong enough to dent it.
At the same moment, I aimed my hand at the orb because I knew that this was the focal point of his magic. If I managed to break it or damage it, the necromancer's power would diminish or even disappear.
The enemy dodged, breaking the ground, and causing the shadow that held him to fragment. At the same time, as he moved away, he tried to punch me, and I took advantage of the movement
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