97 Pact of Undying

There wasn't much of a choice but to fight. It clearly knew of his presence, and soon or later--it would find him. Mustering up every facet of courage stored within his body, doing away with his fear, he stepped out of his spot of hiding.

As soon as he met eye to eye with the minotaur, feeling its merciless gaze of bloodlust lock onto him--he regretted stepping out of hiding, his resolve withered just in the presence of the beast. Drawing Belus from its sheath, he gripped the blade between his shaky hands as he looked upon the towering creature, steam blowing from its nostrils as its chest puffed out with a heavy breath.

"Araphel: Void Piercer!"

A higher state of the spell he previously relied on, "Dunkel: Piercer", summoning forth a large, powerful lance formed of darkness into the air. Swiping his sword forward to guide the lance to its target, the spell launched towards the beast as if being propelled by a rocket.

His heart sank into his stomach.