Warlock Ch 427. Blood Moon Ritual [Part 2]
Chain lightning surged through the front row, bouncing off armor and ricocheting into skulls. She followed it with [Curse of Agony], slowing the remaining horde just enough for Victoria to mow through them like wheat.
But it wasn't enough.
Zurel raised his hand again—and the dead rose once more.
"You've gotta be kidding me," Cassius growled. "He's respawning the damn trash mobs!"
"Focus on the necromancer!" Damian snapped.
He moved. Fast.
[Shadow Step]
[Spectral Surge]
His speed spiked as he tore across the chamber, dodging Bone Spikes and ducking under a clawed undead general that tried to rip his throat out. He slid low and hurled three [Infernal Javelins] mid-spin.
Zurel blocked the first.
The second cracked his barrier.
The third hit him square in the chest.
He staggered, coughing black mist—but didn't fall.
"Persistent bastard," Damian muttered.
Zurel raised his staff and pointed at him.
[Death Wave]
