"#*&^#!!"
The ominous murmur came again, rumbling the air and shaking the hall's walls.
The Forsaken Magus summoned seven Demonic Sentinel Gargoyles and a Corrupted Bale Ogre, horned, muscular, and as tall as the temple.
Before the warriors could get to him, they had to pass through this horde, and even then, the Forsaken Magus was launching attacks from his altar.
Darien and Vynsera agreed nonverbally for him to take on the towering ogre while she handled the gargoyles.
With a flashing HP of 2500, the brute roared, swishing a massive spiked club thicker than a pillar.
Though outnumbered by the gargoyles screeching and hurling fireballs at her, Vynsera knew it was wiser to keep them occupied while Darien faced the powerhouse.
KRAAAASHHHH!
The spiked club smashed into the wall, cracking it like glass as the ogre swung wildly at the evasive, snow-haired warrior.
