The second wielded its glaive with brutal power, its long reach and sudden bursts of strength forcing Kael to stay on the defensive.
Caught between them, he was a lone flame flickering in a storm, his body aching, his energy drained, and Eldritch Reversal still on cooldown, its absence a heavy weight on his dwindling options.
But Kael's instincts—honed through countless battles, sharpened by the pagoda's relentless trials—kicked in, a spark of defiance igniting within him.
He ducked low, kicking up a cloud of dust to obscure the glaive-wielder's vision. The husk didn't flinch, but its reaction lagged by a heartbeat—a fleeting window Kael seized without hesitation.