The grinding of massive gears reverberated through Priam’s skull, rattling his eardrums. So unseen chanism was lifting a heavy iron gate. At least, it looked like iron. Having seen it withstand Pyro, Priam knew it was sothing else—or perhaps powerful enchantnts fortified the gate that concealed his next opponent.
The boss of the fifty-fifth wave was an apex Earl. During their first encounter at the Reunion’s end, Priam had needed a Breath attack to finish the fight. He grinned, eager to test just how far he had co since then.
As the centaur’s hooves rumbled across the arena’s barren stone, Priam fell into a defensive stance. No war cry heralded the boss’s charge. The young warrior nimbly sidestepped to his right, positioning his spear in the path of the charging beast, which stumbled over it. Riding the mist, Priam reappeared above its head, his weapon wreathed in aether. [Tribulation Piercing Spear].
The energy drill obliterated the creature’s skull. The fight hadn’t lasted more than five seconds.
"I’ve co a long way, haven’t I?"
Incinerating the gore that had splattered onto him, Priam advanced to the fifty-sixth wave.
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