C89 One Thousand Damage

The most pungent part of the odor, the very tip of its sharpness, caused the Songbird Emissary's face to contort with alarm, a sense of dread rising within him.

As the thick scent lingered, a serpent-like spear lashed out in a swift counterattack. Accompanied by a resonant war cry, the long spear was drawn, effortlessly flipping the demonic dagger from the Emissary's grasp. With a metallic ring