"Let us fight to the death, humans!" the leader roared as he turned, ready for battle.
This floor's mechanic was the final showdown of the [Demonic Ruins].
And its objective was simple: a fair fight between a player or a team against the leader of the ruins.
It sounded fair on paper. But Stark knew better.
He had never seen this being before, and yet the aura rolling off it told him everything.
That thing was far from fair. It was insanely strong.
Stark could feel its presence pressing against his skin like a burning wind.
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[Demonic Ruins Leader, Agras (Level 40)]
[Rank: Mythical (Special Boss NPC)]
[HP: 3,000,000]
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Agras was a towering demon, three meters tall, his skin crimson like molten stone, muscles bulging under heavy armor that shimmered with dark enchantments.
His long orange hair fell over his shoulders, but the most striking part was the two white horns jutting from his head.
Every time he spoke or smiled, Stark could see rows of razor-sharp teeth.
