Villain Ch 1581. Let Me Have This Fantasy!
The Wraithlord staggered but didn't fall. It spun around with terrifying speed for its size, and the sheer wind of its motion knocked two melee fighters off their feet. Chains on its back lashed outward, writhing like snakes, slamming into a shield line with a wet crunch. Someone screamed. Another's health bar dropped to single digits before a clutch heal ticked just in time.
"FUCK—it's moving faster!" someone yelled.
"Keep it grounded!" Arcana barked. "Pin the joints! Mac—get in there!"
"On it!" Elio grunted, already slamming the butt of his tower shield into the earth as magic surged around him.
"Stronghold!"
[Your Endurance has increased by 50%]
[Your Resistance to Stagger, Curse, and Knockback has increased]
A silver aura flared around him like a fortress come to life. His gear—newly upgraded with a fresh enchant—glowed faintly with layered enchantments, spiked bracers humming.
"Charging in three," Elio growled, "two—"
