"Master, Seraphina's gotten even stronger! And that Magic Immunity of hers—she's basically every mage's worst nightmare… There's just no way to fight her! A mage forced into close combat with Seraphina? That's suicide!" Elyra shivered as she spoke, her voice laced with fear.
At her words, every mage-type hero present—Zyraxis included—nodded in grim agreement.
Their eyes turned toward Seraphina, who was still dominating the battlefield with terrifying ease. The expressions on their faces were a mix of awe and dread, like rookies staring up at a god-tier player. There was nothing they could do but tremble. And honestly, who could blame them? Seraphina was built to counter them completely.
Because let's be real…
If any of them had to go toe-to-toe with her, they wouldn't last more than a few minutes before getting wiped out.
