Chapter 20
Adam flew up towards the wall, but he had to grab the ledge as his leap couldn’t bring him high enough. He pulled himself up and rolled to the side, just as a crossbow bolt plinked along the stone.
The knowledge that a second hit was fatal sat at the forefront of his mind as he charged for the shadowy sniper. Even if he could consume his second potion, it wouldn’t heal him enough to survive being hit again. But the point was moot, because of potion toxicity.
Like the knight he’d slain at the northern breach, this one was two metres tall and imposing. Sinister shadows covered him like a veil and, instead of plate armour, he wore wrapped cloth that obscured his rotten skin. From his hood billowed black smoke as though his eyes were on fire.
“Cooldowns on my relics!?” Adam demanded.
The knight casually reloaded a stake into his massive cross-shaped crossbow.
[38 seconds remaining for Blood Mage Choker.]
So the glove and ring are ready, but my defence relic isn’t…
Shit.
When only eight metres separated them, the knight fired again.