Alaric knew that brute force alone against the Necromancer Lord's seemingly endless army wouldn't suffice. He needed to strike hard and fast, aiming directly at the source of the undead horde. Taking a deep breath, he channeled his magic, gathering a significant portion of his remaining energy.
'It's time to end this charade,' Alaric thought, his ruby eyes burning with determination. 'One powerful strike after another. He won't be able to withstand this.'
"Prepare yourselves!" Alaric yelled to Lyra and Cassandra, a surge of magical power radiating from his body. "I'm going all out!"
Without giving the Necromancer Lord a chance to react, Alaric unleashed his first devastating attack. "Raging Inferno Dragon's Breath!" A colossal dragon formed from pure, white-hot flames erupted from his hands, its roar echoing through the corridor. It lunged towards the Necromancer Lord, its fiery maw wide open, ready to consume the skeletal figure in an instant.
