Mirabella frowned, her eyes narrowing as she slowly turned around to face the figure that had materialized behind her. The air seemed to grow even colder, the poisonous miasma swirling around the newcomer as if acknowledging its master.
Standing before her was a silhouette forged from the purest obsidian darkness. Clad in tattered, soot-black mage robes that billowed in a wind only it could feel, the figure leaned on a staff carved from the femur of a giant, topped with a glowing green gem. Where a face should have been, a polished white skull stared back with flickering emerald flames dancing in its sockets.
She blinked, her mind instantly shifting into tactical mode as she stared at the dark mage.
{Information.}
{Name: Necromancer Skeleton.}
{Title: World Boss.}
{Level: 300.}
{Weakness: Light Attack.}
{Difficulty: Extreme Difficulty.}
{Attack: 3,000,000.}
{Health: 5,000,000/5,000,000.}
{Defense: 2,000,000/2,000,000.}
{Agility: 1,000,000.}
{Intellect: 100%}
