The marked sigil pulsed once and then erupted.
A detonation of pure Ghost Origin surged upward, engulfing the Swordmaster in a blinding blast of violet energy.
The explosion cracked the ground and echoed down the corridor, sending gusts of spiritual wind roaring outward.
When the light faded, the Swordmaster knelt on one knee.
Its armor was torn. Cracks ran across the energy mist that formed its head. Its sword hand trembled.
The planning and the tactical fight of Skraal was too much for the Swordmaster.
In the end, Skraal knew humans better than Swordmaster and when it comes to being sly and using traps. The human race is pretty good.
Not that it would matter anything even if Skraal were to use full-force and direct power.
The difference between Skraal and the Swordmaster was too much to make a difference in the result of the battle.
The Swordmaster, was in a bad-shape and harmed greatly.
And yet it was still standing.
Skraal walked forward slowly, cautious but confident.
