'A layman might think that Quaron is being overpowered, but I know that in his place all of us would be already dead. The fact that he's still alive proves that he's not an opponent I can take.' Pelan thought.
When the violet Origin Flames engulfed Quaron, they burned away the defensive barrier of his artifacts and his skin alike. Darkness fusion couldn't protect him from the pain since the mystical fire consumed even the magic flowing through his veins.
His agonizing screams coupled with the smell of cooked meat and fat typical of barbeque broke the hopes of the citizens of Zeska.
Lith rode the shockwave until he was safe from the Flames. Then he followed Solus's advice and conjured a golden platform to resume his attack. The construct shattered from the sheer strength of his leg muscles, leaving behind a luminous trail that betrayed his trajectory.
Quaron inwardly thanked the gods and took what looked like a small baton out of his belt. The stick shapeshifted into a long pole ending at both sides with a curved blade that resembled a short scimitar.
At the same time, he activated one of the enchantments of his armor, releasing a pillar of high-density ice magic from the violet crystal on his chest. The spell was a mix of frozen air and razor-sharp icicles that would push the enemy away while the cold would weaken them.
'It's far from a deadly shot, but I need to recover-' Quaron inwardly cursed the gods for their trickery when Lith conjured more floating platforms in every direction.
Not only did he effortlessly dodge the pillar but by bouncing around like a pinball, Lith also turned the stardust from the broken constructs into a blinding curtain of light that hid him from both regular and mystical sight.
"Hi, Quaron." Lith appeared in front of him in a downward slash with War aimed at the traitorous Ranger's head.
He raised his polearm, blocking the blade with the staff.
A noise halfway between the crunch of cereals and the breaking of wood filled the air when Quaron's arms broke at the wrists, elbows, and shoulders. Without Gravity Fusion, Lith weighed several tons and the slash carried them all.
"Bye, Quaron." Lith pivoted with War on the enemy's staff, moving the momentum of the clash from his hands to his legs and kicking the hapless Ranger with both feet.
The impact overpowered the protective enchantments of the city walls, opening a deep crater behind Quaron while he coughed out blood. The Adamant armor had kept the hit from being lethal, but his internal organs had taken heavy damage.
Even the best enchanted armor was weak against blunt hits because a perfect kinetic shield would also paralyze its wearer.
The enchantment had no way to distinguish friendly from hostile energy and blocking kinetic energy also meant that the person wearing the armor would be incapable of performing high speed-movements of any kind.
'One breath of Invigoration. All I need is one-' War cut Quaron's head off and him short.
Lith also pierced his heart, just to stay on the safe side. The Adamant of the blade and that of the armor clashed along with their respective enchantments, producing white-hot sparks.
Yet even though they were made of the same material, one was a masterpiece wielded by a titan whereas the other was a high-end artifact worn by a limp body. It took War a second to short circuit the armor's mystical defenses and plunge hilt-deep into its mark.
The angry blade screamed with inhuman joy, making both Lith's allies and enemies take a step back.
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