With the new rules set by the God of Destiny, raw damage didn't matter anymore.
What mattered now was landing clean hits on your opponent.
The scale of destiny would only tip when attacks landed unblocked and unavoided.
Alex's mind raced as he adjusted his strategy.
[Score: 8 Vorsak - 0 FateBreaker.]
Vorsak had an 8 point advance.
His claws glimmered faintly with residual blood energy, but that wouldn't matter unless he could land consistent hits.
Vorsak stood across from him, his massive wings partially folded, his golden scales shimmering with raw energy.
The dragon smirked, already confident in his advantage.
Alex gripped his staff tightly, activating his area-based skills.
The staff lit up, and he spun it around himself.
Rain of Fire! Crimson Cataclysm!
Vorsak didn't even flinch.
