Floor 511
I stepped through the portal, wiping the violet dust of the Void Walker from my rapier. My mana was regenerating thanks to the [Script Breaker] title, but the mental fatigue was setting in.
The terrain changed. The floating islands were gone, replaced by a narrow, spiraling bridge of white bone that winded upwards into an infinite black void.
From the darkness above, they waited.
[Void Archers (Level 97)]
[Traits: Homing Projectiles, Camouflage]
These weren't skeletons. They were humanoid shapes made of compressed smoke, holding longbows that crackled with black lightning.
Twang.
Three arrows of pure void energy shrieked toward me. They didn't fly straight; they curved mid-air, tracking my heat signature.
"Minor Ward!"
I cast the B-Rank shield. The arrows slammed into it, shattering the barrier instantly but losing their momentum.
I analyzed. I can't tank them. I have to close the gap.
