The Heart of the Curse, part 1

A long shiny sword swished through the air, its blade sizzling as it cut through the thick clouds of smoke. The sword hit something hard, its blade loudly clinging as it bounced off, the magic of dragon-slaying enchantment releasing its power.

The massive black armoured hands turned into a blur, quickly retracting back towards the mass of gasses and smoke with yellow light radiating out of it.

"Graaah!" a loud growl shook everyone, the armours clattering against each other under the powerful soundwave.

The leader fell to his knees, watching in panic as his lifeforce quickly drained, poison entering into his veins and his skin cooking under the heat and the effects of acidic gas.

"How dare you, you foolish mortal, to use your cheap tricks to injury me? You shall burn!" at the last word, magical energy spilled out, oversaturating the air, even more, the feeling akin to them looking into a nuclear reactor passing through their bodies.