The Lady In Black, Part Thirty-Nine

Back at her apartment, Zenith paced around her room while Emi sat on the bed, listening intently. 

"So," Zenith clapped her hands, beginning to explain what had come to her mind when she was listening to Damian speak. "I have an ability called Unholy Bolt. This ability can apply {Curse} onto an enemy. At best, the enemy straight-up dies then and there. At worst, it stops them from healing." 

"That's OP." 

"Maybe," Zenith replied, walking over and sitting down next to Emi. "The question is, how high are the chances that it'll kill the enemy outright? Or, that it'll deal a ton of damage?" 

"Uh..." Emi tapped a finger against her chin. "It's probably gonna depend on the spell's scaling, no? In that case, I'm guessing the higher your Combat Magic stat is, the higher the chance that shit just one-shots the orc." 

Zenith sighed. 

"That's what I was afraid of." She hung her head. "My Combat Magic is only at 10."