Congratulations, you have slain the Realm's god!

Swoooosshhh!!

The fireballs and ice spikes shot toward Silas with alarming speed, a deadly combination of elemental fury that threatened to engulf him. Reacting with a lightning-fast reflex, Silas leapt to the side, narrowly evading the first wave of attacks. The relentless Sycrax, undeterred, followed up with a barrage of fireballs and ice spikes, each one crackling with lethal energy as it surged forward.

Silas tightened his grip around his scythe, feeling the cold steel resonate with his resolve. He charged ahead, eyes locked onto the chaotic elements flying toward him. As the fireballs drew dangerously close, just inches from his skin, he performed a backbend, arching his body with practiced precision until his back was just inches from the ground, completely dodging the scorching flames.

In one fluid motion, he rose back up, scythe poised for action, swinging it toward the incoming ice spikes.

SLASH!