523 Duordas Purpose? (1/2)
It was simple for Jack to eliminate the skeletons, even if they had such great equipment. They were far too slow to keep up with him and their levels weren't enough to withstand a higher-leveled hero with a plethora of powerful passive skills.
”Amazing…” Duorda sighed, letting loose another pulse of dark energy. However, this didn't summon anything. Rather, it caused the remaining skeletons to return to their slumber underground.
Jack dropped his transformation momentarily, staring at Duorda. ”What are you up to?”
”I don't want you destroying all of my treasures. It's taken me ages to collect so many and it would be pointless to lose them so easily,” stated Duorda. ”But their interference has cost you plenty of mana, so their losses aren't entirely wasted.”
”Does that mean…”
Stretching both arms out, Duorda showed more of that dark miasma from earlier. ”You've proven strong enough to face me, but you've yet to learn what true power is!”
Dense black energy flooded the entire space. It felt harmless but Jack already knew about the life-draining properties of the attack.
Not wasting time, Jack rushed straight forward. The katana in his hand streaked through the air as Jack retook his hellish minokawa form. He left nothing to chance. Jack didn't want to spend a single second more in that miasma than necessary, which meant Jack needed to fight as hard and as fast as possible.
As the miasma parted and Jack rushed forward, Duorda stood firmly with even denser dark energy around his hands. More black lightning bolts shot out toward the incoming attacker.
Neither backed off. Jack evaded the first few black bolts while Duorda waited patiently for Jack's charge. Both finally connected. At such a range, Duorda stood still and tanked Jack's attack combo while his black lightning hit Jack directly in the chest.
The crypt lord wasn't knocked back at all. Duorda stood firmly without hesitation or flinching in any way. While his arms, chest, and skull had been slashed and carved into, the dark-boned skeleton kept his curious gaze on Jack. He was more interested in how Jack was fairing after receiving those black bolts at point-blank range.
Coughing, Jack stepped back a couple of meters. The metallic taste of blood filled his mouth as Jack was unable to keep some from dribbling past his lips.
”You're good, Jack! Much more amusing than the others,” commented Duorda.
”What do you mean?”
”Why should we fight?” Jack repeated his question. ”You're so strong and I don't understand why you stay here. There were times when I felt facing you was more difficult than fighting a god, so why stay hidden away instead of rising to the heavens like them?”
”I have a purpose. Until that purpose is fulfilled, then I'm unable to leave,” Duorda answered.