In the blink of an eye, Eldros was already upon the Dullahan. His twin greatswords clashed against the undead's weapon with a thunderous crash. The ground between them split open, chunks of earth erupting into the air.
A shockwave blasted outward, throwing everything aside, Zaroth included.
Having been swept off his feet, he was thrown dozens of feet before slamming into the wall of a barely standing building.
Darkveil was still active, so he remained mostly unhurt; however, what tormented him was his mana core.
The amount of mana Eldros was taking was staggering, and this was before he summoned the Judgmental Gaze.
Now, he was draining as much mana as Luna. It was like he was supporting two Mythical Beasts at the same time.
"Shit," he cursed softly, getting back on his feet. His mind was still a mess. He had witnessed his friend beheaded before him, only for the man to rise from the dead and aid him in taking care of his foe.
