From the MC's Perspective:
As the fight dragged on, I kept my gaze fixed on their movements, carefully observing the Poison Wizard's frantic attempts to retaliate. Her face was pale, her lips drawn into a thin line, but the venomous gleam in her eyes remained. She wasn't done yet, despite the exhaustion evident in her ragged breathing.
A glint sparked in my eye. I decided to use the system to check her status. With a simple mental command, a translucent screen popped up before me, detailing her current condition.
My brows furrowed as I skimmed the information. Her mana reserves were dangerously low—she was nearing the point of collapse. I sighed inwardly, feeling a strange mix of satisfaction and pity.
Not yet, I thought, closing the status panel with a subtle flick of my fingers. It wasn't time to strike. Not until she was truly vulnerable. Timing was everything. I waited, biding my time, watching as the tide of battle slowly turned in my favor.
