Chapter Twenty-four

"Don't let its speed deceive you," the dragon warned. "It may have poor agility, but it can swing that hammer with incredible force and speed. Remember, avoid that hammer at all costs. Its special effects are devastating."

Zeomora glanced at his MP, which had been drained nearly in half from the impact. "I get it," he replied, his voice strained.

"When it hits you," the dragon continued, "it either drains your mana or counters your attacks. But I'll share some of my strength with you."

Zeomora watched as his body transformed, scales erupting from its skin. "Let's see what you've got," he challenged, his determination burning bright.

The troll's hammer struck the ground with a thunderous clash, the vibrations shaking the very earth beneath Zeomora's feet. With a fierce roar, the troll lifted the massive hammer and charged towards Zeomora. Quick on his feet, Zeomora leapt into the air, delivering a powerful kick with spiked boots aimed at the troll's belly. The spikes barely made a dent