Eldrian couldn't waste any time pondering what the damage value for Wrath meant. He assumed, since it had no brackets, that it was a flat damage value. Probably capable of penetrating MR and maybe even resistances.
There was only one way to find out, and Eldrian jumped right onto doing just that.
Using the altitude he had gained in his flight for some added 'punch', he brought the two-handed Willo down with all his might.
The Death Knight met his attack with one of its own. Swinging its massive greatsword upward. The flames of death billowing behind the blade, and the flames of Wrath around the mace.
When they met, time seemed to slow.
'Oh, right. I wonder if the soul damage is just flavor text or if it is still dangerous?' Eldrian thought as he was sent flying.
