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The sun set, casting a blood-red hue over the horizon as the Lunar Knights and Zelda Guild advanced toward the heart of Emberfall. The once-great city now lay in ruin, its streets patrolled by undead legions and shadowy wraiths. The air was thick with the stench of decay, and an unnatural chill crept through the alleys and shattered buildings.
Denim Lab, Shadow Splitter of the Lunar Knights, led the charge with his Void Slayer Sword glowing faintly in his hand. Princess Zelda and Zhouxin flanked him, their determination mirrored in the eyes of their comrades. They moved with purpose, their formation tight and unwavering.
Ahead, atop a blackened tower, Thalor, the Great Necromancer, watched their approach. His eyes glowed with an unholy light as he opened the ancient, leather-bound Book of the Dead. Dark energy pulsed from its pages, and the ground beneath him trembled.
**Thalor "The Great Necromancer"**
*Commander of the Void Creatures*
- **Level:** 60
- **HP:** 50,000/50,000
- **Mana:** 65,000/65,000
- **Abilities:**
- **Necrotic Grasp:** A spell that drains the life force of his enemies, transferring it to Thalor.
- **Summon Behemoth:** Calls forth towering undead giants to crush his foes.
- **Shadow Step:** Allows Thalor to move through shadows, making him nearly impossible to hit.
- **Curse of the Undying:** A powerful curse that can weaken enemies and bind their souls to undeath.
- **Desperation Skill: ** unknown**
- **Description:** Thalor's appearance is a nightmare incarnate. His skeletal face is shrouded in a dark hood, with piercing, glowing red eyes that seem to pierce through the soul. His robes are tattered and covered in dark runes that pulse with an eerie light. Dark mist surrounds him, and his bony fingers grip the ancient Book of the Dead, from which he draws his dark power. The very air around him is thick with the stench of death and decay, and an aura of dread emanates from his form, sapping the courage of those who face him.
Upon seeing Thalor's information using their identification skill, Denim shouted.
"Prepare yourselves!" Raising his sword high. "Today, we end Thalor's reign of terror!"
The battle began with an explosion of magic and steel. Lyra unleashed devastating AoE spells, her lightning and fire cutting swathes through the ranks of undead. Thorne's arrows found their marks with deadly precision, and Aria's daggers danced through the shadows, striking down necromancers and sorcerers.
Thalor, surrounded by his Great Undead behemoths, raised his hands and chanted in a guttural tongue. The air crackled with dark energy as the undead legions surged forward, their eyes burning with malevolent fire.
"Focus on the behemoths!" Zhouxin commanded. "We need to break their lines!"
Balmond and Kane charged the towering undead, their enhanced Lunar Armor Sets deflecting blows as they delivered powerful strikes. Helena's healing light washed over the front lines, mending wounds and bolstering their resolve.
Denim pushed forward, cutting down any undead that crossed his path. His eyes were locked on Thalor, who remained atop the tower, channeling dark power from the Book of the Dead.
"Thalor!" Denim roared, leaping onto the tower's base. "Your time has come!"
With a surge of energy, Denim ascended the tower, each step bringing him closer to the necromancer. Thalor's lieutenants tried to stop him, but they were no match for the Shadow Splitter's skill and fury.
At the top, Denim confronted Thalor, who sneered with contempt. "You're too late, Shadow Splitter. The power of the Book of the Dead will consume you!"
Their swords clashed, the sound of metal ringing through the night. Denim's attacks were relentless, but Thalor countered with dark magic, his necrotic spells seeking to drain Denim's life force. The battle was fierce, each combatant pushing the other to their limits.
As the fight dragged on, Denim's strength began to falter. Thalor, sensing victory, unleashed a torrent of dark energy. But Denim, drawing on his last reserves of power, struck a decisive blow, severing Thalor's arm and causing the Book of the Dead to fall from his grasp.
Thalor stumbled back, clutching his wound. "No! This cannot be!"
Denim advanced, his sword ready to deliver the final strike. But Thalor, with a malevolent grin, reached for the fallen book. "If I am to fall, I will take you with me!"
With his remaining strength, Thalor opened the Book of the Dead and chanted a final, desperate spell. Dark tendrils erupted from the book, wrapping around Denim and pulling him into its pages. The world around him faded, replaced by an oppressive darkness.
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