Fwish! SLASH!
The battlefield trembled as the scythe of the [Grim Reaper] descended with a terrifying, deathly grace.
It cleaved through the air like a promise of oblivion, and in that single moment, everything shifted.
A pure, suffocating aura of death had begun to spread, thick, cold, and unnatural.
It coiled around the battlefield like a venomous mist, making even Kaelios and Alex instinctively brace themselves.
Something was wrong. Very wrong.
"Go," Alex ordered, his voice low but sharp as he extended an arm toward his summoned ally.
His eyes didn't waver.
"I'll manage."
The [Undead Lord] glanced at Alex, its empty sockets oddly expressive for something made of bones and cursed energy.
Then, it gave a small, silent nod.
Its own hand lifted as it activated one of its most powerful skills, [Undead Sword].
[Undead Sword]
[Description: The Undead Lord uses its own aura to summon a massive sword from the depths of the underworld.]
