Lucen's mana ticked in the background, recovery slow but steady.
'Alright. No gimmick kills. They're built to last.'
Sword and hammer skeleton closed in at once.
Lucen crouched, sketched a fast glyph, [Soundlash].
The shockwave cracked sideways.
Hammer skidded back, limbs twitching.
Sword kept coming.
Lucen cursed, ducked, drew back [Burn Logic] and flared it high.
The glyph line caught mid-air, burned downward, wild, messy, unrefined.
Perfect.
It split the sword skeleton from collar to waist.
Bone clattered.
Lucen muttered, "That's three."
He spun, eyes narrowing.
Spear came again.
Lucen ducked low.
[Frost Spire], tight, aimed upward. The spike formed between them and drove into its chest at an angle, sending the thing skidding sideways into the wall.
Four.
Whip was still twitching.
Hammer staggered to its feet.
Lucen waited until it was close, then cast [Crater Bloom] right under its stance.
Boom.
Debris, noise, and a hole.
Hammer vanished into the smoke.
