"I can afford to make a dozen mistakes. But you? One slip, and you're done."
Orson's voice was calm as ever.
"You think your high HP makes you invincible?"
Usher's eyes gleamed with deadly focus.
"Doesn't it?"
Orson smiled faintly. With over 3 million HP and the War Supreme set's massive damage reduction, he could tank multiple crippling or even fatal blows.
"At this rate, he can probably take four crippling hits or two straight-up lethal strikes," Usher thought to himself.
He wasn't delusional—he knew no player could take a direct hit from Orgod and survive.
Not even himself, decked out with Forbidden Magic-tier gear.
So the solution was simple: don't give Orgod a chance to strike back.
Usher closed the distance again, followed tightly by his twin Hell Golem copies.
The triple onslaught of arrow fire exploded into a terrifying cage, flooding the battlefield with wave after wave of lethal projectiles.
