There was no escape for the Lightning Mage. The blazing blue arc was too vast and too swift.
With no clear space to thunder-teleport away from the attack, Zoron could only raise his scepter in a desperate block, hoping to shield as much damage as possible.
But ⸢Soulfire⸥ cares nothing for physical armor or enchanted wards. It passes through all earthly defense to scorch the spirit itself.
Zoron took the hit, stumbling backwards as he let out a howl of pain.
Not only was his body thrown off balance, leaving him disoriented, but a freezing burn scorched his chest.
⸢Soul Damage: - 18⸥
Zoron looked up at Percival, eyes wide with shock and pain. "What the… What the hell was that?"
Percival gave him no time to recuperate.
He ⸢Grave Stepped⸥ to close the distance, and swung the scythe in a vertical overhead cleave.
Zoron reacted on instinct, raising his scepter and casting ⸢Lightning Rod⸥. The black iron of the scythe met the silver of the scepter.
BOOM!
