Sebastian gasped, dropping to one knee on the platform. The green necrotic breath continued to wash over him, but it suddenly stopped hurting.
His health bar stabilized at a miserable fifteen percent.
The concept of decay no longer applied to him. He owned the concept. He commanded it. To the server's logic, you could not rot the physical embodiment of rot itself.
The Leviathan cut off its breath attack, its massive jaws snapping shut. It tilted its eyeless head, clearly confused as to why the tiny human hadn't dissolved into a puddle of grey sludge.
Sebastian slowly pushed himself up. His left arm was completely bare to the bone, glowing with silver light. His chest was heavily burned. He looked like half of a walking corpse.
He raised his head. His pitch-black eyes burned with unhinged, absolute authority.
"My turn," Sebastian whispered.
He just pulled his right arm back.
