The target across from them was already down to roughly a third of its health. One glance at the level floating above its head told Ethan everything he needed to know, Level 120, elite rank. There was no point wasting his analysis skill on it, it would return nothing useful.
He knew exactly who this was.
The fortress's Grand Commander.
Only after killing it would the capture flag appear in the central square. Plant the flag, claim the fortress. That was the rule.
'So that was why something had felt off earlier.'
He had been moving on instinct, diving straight in without stopping to think. The silver lining, at least, was that the commander had no mount. If the system had given it one, this fight would already be spiraling out of control.
Ethan began gaining altitude, angling upward with long, steady wingbeats, planning to use Lyla's ranged advantage to kite the enemy from the air. That plan immediately ran into trouble.
The commander hurled its axe.
