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"You are quite perceptive," a chilling voice echoed through the chamber.

The adventurers turned sharply, only to see the Sword Revenant's shattered body rising from the ground. His once-cracked form began to mend itself, dark energy swirling around him like a sinister storm. His sunken eyes gleamed with amusement as he regarded them.

"Did you truly think," he said with a smirk, his tone dripping with condescension, "that you could defeat me so easily? If I could be killed so simply, would I have remained here, slaying countless Ascenders over the years?"

The Revenant gestured dismissively, and his broken throne reconstructed itself in an instant. He sat upon it once more, exuding an aura of smug superiority.

"As you can see," he continued, "I am far more than a mere mortal foe. I possess not one but three lives, mortals," he declared, his voice laced with dark amusement. "And now, you shall witness the power that has brought doom to so many before you."

Dark energy surged from his body, reanimating the fallen Death Knights and Arch Liches, while his Abyssal Knights and Death Liches conjured reinforcements from the shadows.

The room filled with an overwhelming presence of undead, their hollow eyes fixed on the adventurers as the Revenant's legion swelled in size.

Drake tightened his grip on his sword, his sharp gaze fixed on the Revenant. "Three lives, huh?" he said, his voice steady despite the rising tension. "Then we'll just have to kill you three times."

Brook chuckled, stepping forward with his molten shield raised. "I like the sound of that," he said, the molten veins across his armor glowing brighter.

Milly took a deep breath, golden energy swirling around her as she prepared her next spell. "This isn't over until we say it is," she said, her tone resolute.

Liam grinned, blood magic crackling at his fingertips. "Let's make this a fight to remember."

The Sword Revenant smirked, leaning back on his throne as he raised his massive blade. "Come, then," he taunted. "Show me if you have what it takes to face me again—and survive."

With a roar, his undead legion charged forward, the adventurers bracing themselves for the battle of their lives.

As the undead legion surged forward, the chamber became a cacophony of clashing steel, magical explosions, and unrelenting battle cries.

Brook led the charge, his molten shield slamming into the first wave of Death Knights. His molten veins flared as his legendary Molten Blood Knight class activated, unleashing a torrent of fiery devastation. His sword cleaved through the undead ranks, molten slag trailing every swing. The Abyssal Knights countered with dark, crushing blows, but Brook's armor absorbed the impact, retaliating with molten eruptions that sent the enemies reeling.

Drake was a whirlwind of precision and power. His runed blade, glowing with blue energy, struck with terrifying accuracy. He activated his Celestial Sword Arts, each swing unleashing arcs of concentrated light that carved through Death Liches and Abyssal Knights alike. His movements were calculated, every strike dismantling their foes' ranks while keeping the undead from overwhelming the group. Read latest stories on My Virtual Library Empire

Milly stood in the center, a storm of radiant magic. Her Gold Archmage Legacy spells filled the room with golden light, raining down explosive arrows that pinned multiple undead in place. With her bow-armament spell, she conjured energy arrows, firing rapidly to strike weak points in the Death Liches' barriers. When a cluster of Arch Liches attempted to encircle her, she unleashed a devastating Solar Nova, incinerating them in an instant.

Meanwhile, Liam grinned as his blood magic reached its peak. Dark tendrils of crimson energy spiraled from his staff, binding and crushing undead in their wake. His Blood Requiem spell caused bursts of vampiric energy to siphon vitality from enemies, turning their strength into power for the party. When an Abyssal Knight lunged at him, Liam slammed his staff into the ground, summoning a Blood Spire that impaled the enemy with brutal precision.

The adventurers from the Thunder Slammers fought fiercely, inspired by the trio's strength. Brook's lieutenants coordinated well, utilizing their unique classes to hold back the relentless undead tide. The combined might of the guild and the disguised trio began to thin the enemy forces.

However, the Sword Revenant watched from his throne, unfazed. As his minions fell, he clapped slowly, mockingly. "Impressive," he said, his tone dripping with disdain. "But do you truly think this is all I have?"

With a wave of his hand, the remaining Arch Liches began chanting in unison. Dark glyphs appeared across the floor, and an ominous energy filled the chamber. The glyphs pulsed, summoning colossal skeletal constructs, each one bristling with deadly power.

Drake's eyes narrowed. "He's summoning reinforcements. We need to stop him!"

Brook growled, molten energy flaring. "Leave that to me. You take him down!"

As Brook and the Thunder Slammers moved to intercept the new constructs, Drake, Milly, and Liam advanced toward the throne.

The Sword Revenant stood, his blade radiating an ominous aura. "Foolish mortals," he sneered. "You should have fled while you had the chance."

Drake pointed his glowing blade at the Revenant. "This ends now."

The final battle began, the trio charging forward as the Sword Revenant leapt from his throne, his blade clashing against theirs in a battle that shook the very foundations of the dungeon.

The Sword Revenant's dark aura surged as he parried Drake's attack, the clash sending shockwaves through the room. His moves were precise and relentless, each swing of his blade emanating an oppressive force that seemed to drain the light from the air itself.

Drake, however, was unfazed. His runed blade met the Revenant's with equal ferocity. Each strike of his Celestial Sword Arts unleashed radiant bursts of energy, countering the darkness that threatened to engulf them. The two warriors moved in a blur, their blades colliding in a symphony of sparks and power.

Milly took advantage of Drake's distraction to prepare a devastating spell. Channeling the power of her Gold Archmage Legacy, she conjured a Celestial Barrage, raining golden energy arrows down onto the Revenant. The radiant projectiles struck true, forcing him to leap back momentarily.

"Annoying insects!" the Revenant growled, summoning a barrier of swirling shadows. The barrier absorbed most of the arrows, but a few broke through, leaving scorch marks on his undead body.

Liam smirked as he stepped forward, his staff glowing with crimson light. "Let's see how you handle this." He slammed his staff into the ground, activating Crimson Requiem. Tendrils of blood magic surged from beneath the Revenant, binding his legs and siphoning his energy.