Sylen froze.
Not because of the lightning crackling around the fiend.
Not because of the movement speed or the regeneration it displayed.
But because of the expression on its face.
The Archfiend had dodged his last attack without effort—like it was a joke—and now its eyes glowed with manic delight.
ROOOAAR!!!
A monstrous bellow ripped through the battlefield, and the Dread Lord, still staggering from the earlier hit, lifted its massive blade—and then charged.
At the same time, Sylen snapped out of his daze and yanked back the dark string of his bow, forged from death itself, preparing another shot.
But—
Lightning exploded from Varkos' body, and a violet streak tore through the space between them.
WHOOOOM!!!
Varkos vanished—
And then reappeared mid-sprint, a blur of pure destruction, blasting past the still-recovering Dread Lord like it was nothing.
Chunks of stone flew into the air as the Archfiend rocketed forward—a living missile aimed straight at Sylen.
