As it turned out, Marcus's worries had been completely unnecessary. There was no ambush waiting ahead, no sudden reversal, and no hidden reinforcements appearing out of nowhere.
After more than twenty minutes of relentless pursuit with Lyanna flying beside him, Marcus and his companions finally managed to close the distance with the fleeing Wraith-Bird.
"Desperate Strike!"
-6500, -5000!
This time fortune was firmly on his side. Both Marcus and the Temple Guardian struck at the exact same moment, and both attacks landed as critical hits. The combined burst of damage tore through the Wraith-Bird instantly, leaving it no chance to escape.
SKREEE!
The creature let out a final, pitiful shriek as its body stiffened in midair before plunging toward the ground. Unlike before, no necrotic energy erupted from the corpse. No ghostly skull appeared to drag it back from death.
Instead, the clear and pleasant chime of the system sounded.
Ding!
