The dark knight struck first, cleaving through the air with terrifying force.
SLASH.
He didn't even need to close the distance. The swing of his greatsword sent out a crimson crescent of energy, turning what should've been a melee strike into a deadly ranged assault.
But this time, the Archivist responded.
With a single breath—
CRACK.
The crescent shattered into harmless fragments the moment it touched Corven, the protective effect rippling outward. He walked forward, untouched, eyes focused.
"Then I'll make sure to pass it with flying colors."
The dark knight's voice rumbled out. "Is that hubris or confidence?"
Corven smiled faintly. "Both."
[Bloodbolt 10x]
Ten crimson bolts formed instantly behind him, spinning with lethal intent.
'Let's see if Bloodbolt really is resourceless now.'
And just like that, he turned it into a relentless minigun.
FWOOSH. FWOOSH. FWOOSH.
