Ezran stood further back, preparing a powerful spell. His voice trembled as he spoke. "We have to keep going! If we stop now, everything we've done will mean nothing!"
Ezran unleashed a massive wave of frost and fire that surged toward Malrik. This was a spell that he had gotten from the sword king's dungeon. It was no ordinary one.
The attack was very powerful and had expended a lot of his MP.
It cut through the undead ranks and destroyed the barrier, slamming directly into Malrik. The sorcerer staggered slightly as his health bar visibly dropped.
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System Notification: [ Ezran used Dual Element Surge. Malrik takes 10,000 HP damage. ]
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Malrik's glowing eyes turned toward Ezran as a twisted grin spread across his face. "You dare wound me, little mage? Very well, let me return the favor."
A pulse of dark energy formed at the tip of his staff as he raised it. Ezran quickly conjured a shimmering shield around himself.
