The Abyssal Bishop towered over the lake of green magma.
The Level 60 Epic Boss was a horrifying mockery of the High Pope. Its six massive bone-scythe arms thrashed wildly and splashed highly corrosive lava onto the blackened shores of the crater.
The corrupted golden halo behind its swollen head pulsed with intense sickly necrotic light.
"Filth!" the Bishop roared. The voice was a wet gurgling distortion of holy hymns. "The Light rejects you! The dark consumes you! Surrender your flesh to the choir!"
[System Warning: Boss Aura Active.]
[Debuff: Sermon of Decay. Continual Mana Drain and Health reduction to all entities within 100 meters.]
Lucifer felt the immediate pull on his Archmage core. The necrotic aura was trying to siphon his mana and rot his flesh simultaneously.
"It's draining us!" Celeste yelled over the bubbling magma.
