Liam smirked as he stepped forward, his staff glowing with crimson light. "Let's see how you handle this." He slammed his staff into the ground, activating Crimson Requiem. Tendrils of blood magic surged from beneath the Revenant, binding his legs and siphoning his energy.
The Revenant roared, swinging his sword to dispel the tendrils, but the magic was resilient, draining his strength and slowing his movements. Drake seized the opportunity, dashing forward and delivering a devastating strike to the Revenant's torso.
The blow sent the Revenant stumbling back, his dark aura flickering. But instead of faltering, he laughed, a hollow, echoing sound. "Fools! Did you think my power could be so easily undone?"
With a wave of his hand, he activated the glyphs embedded in the walls. The room darkened further, and from the shadows emerged new foes—phantom knights and spectral assassins, each radiating a chilling aura.
