[Seraphiel, Angel Tribe Member, Level 500 Rank 6]
[HP: 32,000,000/40,000,000]
The air grew thick with tension as Seraphiel stood tall, his golden blade glowing ominously.
Seraphiel's wings stretched wide, their golden feathers radiating a holy light that made even Alex hesitate.
"You should not have come here, mortals," Seraphiel said, his voice resonating like a divine bell. "This land is sacred, unfit for the impure."
Alex gritted his teeth. "You're the one who'll regret this."
With a slam of his staff, necrotic energy surged outward, summoning a fresh wave of undead.
[+80 Skeletons, +13 Grand Skeletons, +4 Bony Knights, +3 Spectral Wraiths]
The battlefield filled with the clatter of bones as the undead marched forward.
Bony Knights raised their shields, forming a wall to block Seraphiel's inevitable assault.
Spectral Wraiths hovered ominously, waiting for their chance to strike.
"Attack!" Alex commanded.
