Daniel lay on the ground, slowly recovering from the flask's effects. Out of nowhere a Faravark entered the dungeon—white smoke seeping between its teeth.
"Tch, it even followed me in the dungeon," the black figure muttered in frustration.
"Status," said Daniel.
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Name: Faravark
Age: 8
Hp: 1000/1000
Mana: 510/1300
Standard: Uncommon
Description: A magical wild beast, renowned for its tactical cunning and powerful energy blasts that consume vast amounts of mana.
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"Fuck, why this dog again…" said Daniel, trying to get back on his feet.
The Faravark opened its mouth and began charging it for another blast. It's charging toward daniel. Its mouth gathered small bits of light compressing it into a ball.
Daniel groaned. "Damn it, why me!"
He struggled to get up, his legs weren't fully recovered, but before the blast could hit him, the man shot a fireball, smashing it into the incoming energy blast.
*BZZZ-SWOOSH-BOOM*
