Mikhailis charged toward the Goblin Apostle, his feet pounding the broken ground as he dashed forward. The massive creature loomed before him, its grotesque figure bathed in the swirling glow of green energy, dark magic and holy light mixed together in an unnatural, chilling way. From a distance, Serelith's spells were already crackling through the air—bolts of black flame and shards of ice. She was doing everything she could to keep the Apostle off-balance, to help Mikhailis land a decisive strike.
But coordinating with Serelith was proving to be much harder than Mikhailis had anticipated. They'd never fought side-by-side like this before, and it quickly became clear that their styles were worlds apart. Serelith's magic was unpredictable, her spells flowing with an erratic intensity that mirrored her personality—wild, mischievous, powerful. Mikhailis found himself struggling to keep up, to match his movements with the timing of her attacks.
