"What did you say?"
"Everyone knows that items have limits, even if they're Artifacts," Horizon shot back, a sharp edge to his voice. "It would be a matter of time before that fake dragon crumbled and by then, you're dead."
Cedrick's smirk twisted into something darker, his eyes glinting with malice. "We'll see about that! Get him, you filthy thing!" he commanded, pointing toward Horizon's Dracolich with a cruel grin.
But Horizon wasn't fazed. Cedrick's smug expression, his boasts, and even the impressive artifact didn't rattle him.
Horizon had encountered plenty of players who relied too heavily on powerful items, thinking they were invincible simply because they had something rare in their arsenal. Cedrick's little tricks didn't matter. He had tricks of his own—ones far more dangerous than any copied Dracolich.
