I crashed into the doorframe, stars exploding across my vision, and felt something wet running down my temple.
My blood.
Fuck! Can't even penetrate the armor. Think, dammit. Think!
The Wight advanced methodically, sword raised. It wasn't rushing, as it knew it had me.
I activated Debug Vision, focusing on its armor.
[Wight's Armor - Durability -60%]
The armor shimmered—
Then snapped back. The edit rejected, repelled like water off oil.
[EDIT FAILED: Target has Necrotic Resistance]
"What?!"
No. No no!
The Wight's sword came down. I leapt sideways, the blade sparking off stone where my head had been.
My one advantage.
My ONLY advantage. And it doesn't fucking work?!
Panic clawed up my throat.
But the Wight didn't let me spiral, it turned toward me with mechanical precision, raising its blade again.
I scrambled backward, mind racing, hands shaking.
And it lunged.
Damn it!
[EDIT: Doorframe - Structural Integrity -80%]
