Dead But Invincible

The tension in the chamber thickened as the undead stepped closer, its movements deliberate and eerily silent, save for the faint creak of its charred bones. Its hollow, green-glowing sockets seemed to pierce through Asher, stripping him of all his defenses with just its gaze.

Asher's grip on his ring blade tightened, the dark green flames around him flaring as he braced himself, beads of greenish mana-light shimmering along the edge of his blade. The oppressive aura emanating from the undead pressed against his soul, threatening to smother his resolve.

Without warning, the undead lunged forward, its form a blur of speed. Asher instinctively swung his ring blade, the weapon carving through the air with a sharp hiss. The undead twisted impossibly mid-air, evading the strike with precision, before delivering a devastating kick to Asher's ribs.