Nalzerak's body convulsed, impaled on the construct's jagged back spikes. The green aura of his corrupted abyssal mana and intent flickered and sputtered, struggling to hold its form.
The assassin's imposing figure now sagged into the spikes, his emerald eyes narrowing with fury and rage. Each spike embedded in his form injected him with the construct's own intent, the oxidized bronze colored intent sending shocks of destructive lightning mana coursing through him.
Yet, even in the face of death, the Kharthi demon's twisted grin returned, his jagged teeth glinting as he locked eyes with Lassim that was about to launch his death blow to end the fight.
The battlefield, once roaring with the sounds of their clashes, was now eerily silent save for Nalzerak's labored breaths, Lassim's own exhausted breathing and the sound of the spikes tearing into flesh.
