But Alex was prepared. The Sage class, with its focus on strategy and manipulation, granted him a heightened awareness of his surroundings.
He sidestepped Olivia's attack with practiced ease, the golden ring around his head pulsing faintly.
"Seems your demonic form grants you impressive speed and resilience," Alex commented, his voice laced with a hint of amusement, "but raw power isn't everything, Olivia. A well-placed spell can be far more devastating." As he spoke, his eyes darted around the battlefield, searching for an opening, a weakness to exploit.
Just then, he spotted it. A half-collapsed building, precariously balanced on the edge of a gaping chasm created by the earlier battle. A mischievous glint sparked in his eyes. He had a plan.
A sly grin stretched across Alex's face as he saw the precarious building teetering on the edge of the chasm.
With a flick of his wrist, he channeled his Sage magic, weaving a spell with practiced efficiency.
