The battle between Alex and the now [Legendary] Undead King had reached its boiling point.
The air itself seemed to thicken with the clash of their immense power.
Every spell Alex hurled, every strike he delivered, had worn down the king until he knelt, his once overwhelming aura reduced to a mere flicker of its former self.
The Undead King's health bar blinked ominously.
[HP: 231/150,000]
"You can't win," Alex spoke as he saw the king kneel before him, his health so low he couldn't even stand straight anymore, though the fire of defiance still smoldered in his sockets, "Listen to my offer."
The king let out a guttural laugh, hollow and eerie, "You think I care?" His voice grew louder, bolder, "I can resurrect as much as I want, fool!"
And he was right—being undead meant that as long as no priest performed a true exorcism, he could come back, stronger each time.
But Alex, unflinching, smiled coldly, "That's false."
