Fwish! Slash!
The second time the boss appeared behind Stark, he reacted instantly.
He sidestepped the attack, spinning around to finally get a good look at what he was dealing with.
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[Mist Camouflage Spirit (Level 41)]
[Rank: Legendary (Special Boss)]
[HP: 2,500,000]
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It was floating slightly above the ground, its body translucent and its shape constantly shifting with the mist.
The only clear thing was the scythe in its hand, a long, curved weapon that gleamed faintly even in the fog.
Every strike from that scythe carried bleeding.
Combine that with its ability to vanish into the mist, and it became one of the worst types of enemies to deal with, a silent killer.
Stark, however, decided to deal with the other monsters first.
The boss was strong, but the rest could become a problem if left alive.
Roooarr!
The [Mist Wolves] growled as they lunged forward, their silver forms streaking through the fog.
But before they could even reach him—
Blazing Meteor!
