The second wielded its glaive with brutal power, its long reach and sudden bursts of strength forcing Kael to stay on the defensive.
Caught between them, he was a lone flame flickering in a storm, his body aching, his energy drained, and Eldritch Reversal still on cooldown, its absence a heavy weight on his dwindling options.
But Kael's instincts—honed through countless battles, sharpened by the pagoda's relentless trials—kicked in, a spark of defiance igniting within him.
He ducked low, kicking up a cloud of dust to obscure the glaive-wielder's vision. The husk didn't flinch, but its reaction lagged by a heartbeat—a fleeting window Kael seized without hesitation.
He closed the distance, gripping Abyssal Fang in both hands, twisting mid-swing to deliver a horizontal slash. The blade met the husk's throat with a sickening crack, flesh tearing, and spine snapping. Black mist poured from its eyes as it collapsed, twitching, its cursed vitality finally extinguished.
