Retrieving his spear, Leoric had a deep frown on his face.
The potency of Caelan's withering was far greater than what he had originally expected.
The fact that he could even wither the poison that flows in his veins was evidence that this was clearly a bad matchup for Leoric.
A fight where the victory line could not be seen.
And what's worse was that Caelan was clearly toying with him.
His guy had no intentions of letting him leave or even talk his way out of it.
But so what?
If he wanted to play around, then Leoric will use it to his advantage.
Taking a deep breath, a poison mist began to wrap around his body, forming into the silhouette of countless serpents.
Each coiling around his limbs, each hissing towards Caelan.
Taking him with his spear, Leoric narrowed his gaze, the tip of the spear now oozing with venom.
Should he scream at Caelan, warning him not to underestimate him? No, that would be most unbefitting.
