"Pebble, hold the line!"
Desperate Strike had finally come off cooldown. Marcus shouted the order the moment his newly summoned Temple Guardian solidified, then pulled back several steps, swapping in a fresh longsword from his inventory. Without hesitation, he activated the skill and hurled the blade forward.
-1700, -1500
The numbers were almost insulting. Even with fivefold damage, the attack barely scraped past fifteen hundred. The fiend's defenses were simply too high, and the lingering effects of its abilities continued to suppress his output. Frustration gnawed at him, but he forced himself to stay calm. The boss was down to less than six thousand health. If he could just survive a little longer, the fight was still winnable.
'You've got to be kidding me.'
