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Chapter 63 - Turning the tide

The frost-covered chamber was consumed by chaos, the clash between Velkharion and Vrothael echoing throughout the icy corridors of the dungeon. Every swing of the Sentinel's glaive sent shockwaves of frost magic rippling across the battlefield, breaking apart the icy floor and creating blizzards that distorted the air itself. Velkharion struggled to maintain his footing, the weight of the accumulated debuffs dragging against his movements. His fiery eyes burned with focus, locked on Vrothael's glowing core—a vulnerability that offered the faintest glimmer of hope in this overwhelming battle.

Vrothael roared, the sound reverberating like glaciers grinding against one another. Its rage was palpable, its movements becoming increasingly erratic and destructive as the cracks in its armor spread. The froststorm surrounding the chamber intensified, draining Velkharion's stamina with every passing second. But where others might falter, Velkharion only grew more determined.

Velkharion activated Rune Sage's Temporal Runeward, stabilizing the localized distortions in time and space caused by Vrothael's attacks. The skill created a brief window of clarity amidst the chaos, allowing him to recalibrate his strategy and focus on the Sentinel's exposed core.

He dodged another swing of Vrothael's glaive, the icy weapon tearing through the air with incredible force. The impact shattered the ground, sending shards of frozen earth scattering across the chamber. Velkharion countered with Maximize Magic: Chain Dragon Lightning, directing golden bolts of energy toward the Sentinel's armor. The attack struck true, crackling against the surface of the glaive and widening the fractures already present in its core.

"You cling to your defiance like a flame in the storm," Vrothael growled, its glowing eyes narrowing. "But your fire will be extinguished."

Velkharion smirked, gripping Crimson Fang tightly as he shifted his stance. "You talk too much. Let's finish this."

As the frostbound minions reemerged, Velkharion activated Rune Sage's Frozen Barrier, creating a protective wall to block their advance. The spectral warriors collided with the barrier, their attacks chipping away at its integrity while Velkharion focused on evading Vrothael's increasingly desperate strikes.

The Sentinel unleashed another wave of frost magic, summoning a blizzard so dense that visibility dropped to near-zero. Velkharion countered with Rune Sage's Elemental Safeguard, layering resistance to the environmental hazards and buying himself precious moments to maneuver.

Through the storm, Velkharion saw the energy pulsing from Vrothael's core grow more erratic. The Sentinel's attacks, while devastating, were becoming less controlled—a sign that the battle was taking its toll on the emissary. Velkharion seized the opportunity, launching a series of precise strikes with Crimson Fang that targeted the cracks in Vrothael's armor. Each hit sent shockwaves through the chamber, the fractures spreading across the Sentinel's glaive and torso.

Vrothael roared in fury, its glaive glowing brighter than ever as it prepared its ultimate attack—a swing infused with the pure essence of Kryntar's frostbound magic. The weapon radiated an aura of destruction, warping the air and freezing the ground wherever it passed. Velkharion could feel the pressure mounting, his debuffs weighing heavily against his ability to react.

He activated Rune Sage's Temporal Runeward one final time, stabilizing the distortions and preparing for a decisive counterstrike. As Vrothael swung its glaive downward in a devastating arc, Velkharion dodged with a burst of movement, his fiery aura flaring brighter than ever. The ground shattered beneath him, icy spikes erupting in all directions as the Sentinel's ultimate attack collided with the chamber floor.

Velkharion lunged forward, channeling all his remaining mana into Crimson Fang. The blade ignited with frostfire energy, combining the volatile elements into a strike that pulsed with destructive force. The Sentinel raised its glaive once more, the weapon crackling with energy as it prepared to defend its core.

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