Aethion's Trump Card
Reign and the others were slowly falling into a predicament. Their enemies seemed to be endless as it didn't matter how many times they fell, they would simply be revived each time. Slowly they realized one thing, each time the necromancer revived his undead they became slightly weaker.
That however didn't matter much as their power was never that great, to begin with. The endless tide of enemies was slowly tiring out Reign and the others as they slowly ran out of mana.
"Dammit, does anyone have an idea of what to do now?" Reign asks the others while decapitating his enemy with a swift swing of his sword. His power of the stars was still on cooldown and he couldn't use that to take care of the necromancer. Tank still had his scythe but they were still wary of the necromancer, there was no way that such a person didn't have at least one life-saving trick up his sleeve.
Suddenly Reign's sword reverts back to its broken state as he dodges an attack.