Sweat dripped from his brow as he struggled to maintain his composure.
Charybdis, meanwhile, recovered from his earlier wound.
His winds grew stronger, forming razor-sharp gusts that sliced through Jack's remaining forces.
The undead were helpless cut down like paper sheets put inside shredder.
The tornado he summoned enveloped Jack.
He was lifted into the air and slammed him against the ground with bone-crushing force.
Jagaan broke free from the undead colossus with a roar.
The debuff Jack used to weaken it disappeared and Jagaan's strength returned.
The Sovereign charged again, this time trampling over Jack's remaining minions with ease.
Jack staggered to his feet, breathing heavily.
The legion of undead was in tatters, and his own energy was rapidly depleting.
Charybdis tilted his faceless head mockingly.
"You were doing so well," the Sovereign grinned. "Why did you stop?"
