Even Arthas was thrown by the appearance of the Lunar Phantoms. He could feel them, a perfect extension of his will, as if he'd been controlling them his entire life.
The constant, escalating bullshit was finally too much for Clown. He watched as Arthas was suddenly wreathed in an invisible, shimmering flame—a fire of the mind, a perfect shield against psychic attacks and status effects.
"That goddamn bitch!" Clown roared. "When this is over, I'm turning you and your entire fucking city into my personal puppets!"
This was so cheap. A single blessing from Moonwell Demigod had layered Arthas in buffs: a Blade Ward, a Lunar Aegis, the two Lunar Phantoms, and now the fire of the mind. Arthas's power level was visibly spiking, a palpable aura of energy surging around him.
