The soldiers lunged toward us, their armor clanking like thunder in the dim corridor. My pulse surged, and the system's calm, clinical voice sounded in my mind.
[Alert: Combat Engaged. Hostiles Detected: 8. Scanning...]
A moment later, translucent panels appeared before me, outlining the enemies' stats.
Elite Guard (4)
Level: 14Health: 1200/1200Strength: 40Agility: 35Endurance: 38Magic: 20
Myrthe's Acolyte (3)
Level: 16Health: 1000/1000Magic: 50
Lady Myrthe
Level: ???Health: ???Magic: ???
Oh, great. A mystery boss.
"Enara, we've got company!" I shouted, summoning my Shadowflare Blade. The black flames crackled along the length of the blade, licking the air as if eager for blood.
Enara smirked, her small hands already glowing with the familiar dark purple of her magic. "You handle the brutes," she said, her voice cold and confident. "I'll take care of the spellcasters."
