By all means of logic, even if Loimos had recovered strength from slaying Molc just now, it was rather obvious that he was still in a worse state that he had been before being struck by the combined spell from the livings, his armour had been breached, one of his arms had become a nearly useless mess, his body as a whole had suffered tremendous damage… Yet, it was undeniable that the livings felt tenser than ever.
But they did not break under the pressure, the elemental champions all unleashed powerful spells in unison- Fire, water, wind, earth, crystal, snow and sword, each of them soared through the air, targeting the extensively damaged undead, who was running toward them like maddened man, his left arm flinging loosely with each of his movements, sockets alight with the purple glow, which was now peering through deep cracks all over his skull.
