I found it funny that everywhere in here counted as being in the shadow, therefore my mana was consistently recovering, and my attacks were always considered lethal.
My attack wasn't reduced while I was here, so I always did maximum damage.
I was starting to understand that even though I had a constant stream of mana and healing, I could still get tired.
Both he and I knew that the shadow army was there to tire me out and he just bided his time while I struggled, to finish me off later.
His plan would have worked but I had an ace up my sleeve that if it worked how I think this was going to, it would be the most broken thing in my arsenal.
He confidentially floats over to me, and I sit down, pretending that I've given up and he reaches a hand out that's filled with darkness.
His hand passes right through me, and I let out a laugh.
Confused he tries again only for the same thing to happen.
