Archmage

A purple light appears, as Alfuris emerges, with eyes full of rage. He walks towards the Champion as hundreds of purple magical circles begin to decorate the sky.

"Ah! An Archmage! The pinnacle of humanities power! A true testament to your race's dedication. But, I have a question for you, what is the pinnacle of humanity to the champion of the true deities!" The champion roars in laughter.

"Superior." Alfuris says calmly as hundreds of purple beams streak towards the Champion.

He attempts to defend himself with the miasma, but is overwhelmed by the sheer number of attacks. As they hit his body, it begins to erase where it hits.

"ARGH!!! You bastard!!!" The champion shouts as holes are scattered through his body, the mist fills in the holes keeping him moving, but not for long he stumbles as the beams continue.