Felira maintained her support, continuously layering minor buffs and defenses around her companions, calmly observing and adjusting with elegant composure.
Yet even with their well-coordinated teamwork, the three remained unable to deliver a decisive blow.
The armored general, though hampered, retained a terrifying durability and strength, his dark aura pulsating with fierce power. Each time they pressed him, he responded with devastating counterattacks, forcing them back into careful defense.
Elias's expression darkened, his breathing growing labored. "We can't continue like this. His armor's resistance to magic is far stronger than anticipated."
"We must find an opening," Kale said, voice tight but steady, eyes fixed firmly on the general. "Felira, we'll need your strongest defensive spell. Elias, compress gravity into his armor's joints precisely as I strike. We may yet break him."
Felira's face grew solemn but determined. "Understood. I'll do my utmost."
