a Fallen King

With the skeletons disintegrating into dust under Alex's Beam Explosion, the remaining few staggered, their movements slowed by the overwhelming force of light magic radiating from Brittany's summoned knight.

Amelia, who had been waiting for her moment, dashed forward with incredible speed. Her swords gleamed under the light of Brittany's magic as she skillfully sliced through the bones of the remaining skeletal warriors. Each strike was precise and lethal, leaving nothing but scattered bones in her wake.

"We've got them on the ropes!" she shouted, her breath steady despite the fierce battle.

The necromancer-like figure, still half-hidden in the shadows, snarled in frustration as his skeletal army fell apart. His once-confident expression was now twisted with fear and desperation. "You fools! You don't understand the power I wield!"

Alex's gaze narrowed, his eyes never leaving the figure. "It's over. You're out of tricks."