Darien's biggest damage number rose as his fused spears bombarded the Forsaken Magus in a blinding eruption of frostfire.
Simultaneously, the three lightning bolts struck him.
Darien was flung backward, hurt, but not gone.
Breathing hard, he recovered quickly in the haze to see the Shrine Monster writhing in its throes, twisting in pain.
Its shabby cloak was consumed, revealing a scurvy body blitzed by scars, its staff gone, too.
The damage of Darien's fused spell had nearly emptied its HP.
The Forsaken Magus had a health worth nothing more!
Darien, weakened but undefeated, gripped his sword, gravely knowing this was the moment to end it once and for all.
"Gyak! Shriek! Hyak! Arrggh!! Shriek!"
But instead, the monster convulsed and screamed, the air split by its voice.
It had gone berserk!
This was Darien's first time in the Primordial World. He had never witnessed a monster enter a berserk state before.
