And so I did. A bright light starts to appear, and the elf spreads her arms wide open to receive my attack as a show of confidence.
"Come!" she screams, a twisted smirk on her lips. "Let me taste your most powerful spell!"
"You will regret that," I say as I feed more magic and blood into the spell.
The spell hits the elf point blank. I watch as the bright light engulfs the dark elf, her body convulsing from the impact of my spell. It was the same attack that saved me in the burial tomb. It is also supposed to be used only in emergencies because of the amount of magic it requires.
But to my shock, she is still standing. Worse, she is grinning as if she can take another hit of the same massive spell.
"Is that all you've got, human?" she taunts, her voice dripping with malice.
I clench my fists in frustration. How is she still standing?! That spell should have been enough to take down even the strongest of creatures.
