Meera immediately put the Death Mark on the necromancer. His eyes flashed in confusion for a second, and then they gave Meera a deathly stare. He pointed to Meera, and she realized what he was doing. He was about to put a Death mark on her, so she used Mirror Step and teleported away.

She shot a Mirror Shard Barrage at Doromar's back while simultaneously pulling off four more chakrams using Mirror Wing and recalling the two she had littered the area with.

Doromar blocked the Mirror Shard Barrage with Tekton's sword—Numheia's Vengeance. Meera hurled all her chakrams one after another. Doromar turned into mist and reformed a little to the side. That was not all. The bone whip fell to pieces, and those pieces rejoined his armor, giving it a spiky look. The man looked like a porcupine.

In his other hand, he manifested another great sword made of mist. It was identical in shape and size to Numheia's Vengeance. Luckily, it didn't mirror the level of Tekton's sword, or Meera would be in deep trouble.

Meera activated her Mirrorstrike Vision's second effect to highlight the weak points on Doromar's body. There weren't many, but the chinks and spaces between the bones in his armor were highlighted in red. All the places that Meera could exploit.

Behind Doromar, Brison had already enveloped Tekton with a healing bubble and pulled him in with the others. Meera sighed inwardly. He was safe and would get better soon, but the same could not be said about her.

"Tell me something before I rip you apart," Doromar spoke in a dangerous tone. "Why? Why did you kill her? These Wardens are misguided by their goddess. That Shade was fueled by love, but you…you have nothing to do with this? Why did you kill my wife?"

"I needed some information from the man she had possessed."

"That's it?"

"That's it. And don't say she would've told me if I asked nicely."

Doromar drew deep breaths, clearly getting angrier with each breath.

"But don't worry. I plan on sending you to her soon," Meera said.

"You can't. No one can. I am immortal." His eyes glistened. "I can never be with her ever again."

"Hey, what do you know? Even you evil monsters can have emotions," Meera replied, which made Doromar's eyes snap to her. "But if you miss her that much, why don't you just give up your immortality, and I'll send you to her immediately."

Doromar glared at her for a long moment. "You talk too much."

"Let me guess, you're going to take my tongue too."

Meera hurled her chakrams at Doromar without waiting for a response or waiting for him to get even stronger. He deflected them with his massive swords. His movements weren't as fluid as Tekton's, but they were comparable.

He separated into mists and was coming for her. Instead of moving away with Mirror Step, she waited. As soon as he appeared, Meera brought up four big Mirror Tower Shields and locked them both in a tight square.

Doromar was so committed to his swing that he couldn't stop. She let loose a Mirror Blast with a chunk of her Mana, bringing it down to just one-fourth of her maximum.

Brison, you better hurry up.

Doromar cried out as his whole form was riddled with light and mirror shards. Meera dropped the shields and teleported away.

There was one more benefit to Mirrorstrike Vision that wasn't listed in the skill's description. Mirror Blast no longer blinded her. She saw the damage her attack had done to the necromancer. The front of his bone armor had been blown to pieces, and shards had assaulted the queen's body, leaving it a bloody mess.

But he was healing and putting the bone armor back together at frightening speed. So, she shot a Petrifying Surge at him, encasing him in scarlet Bloodstone.

She looked to Brison. "How long?"

"I'm sorry, just a few more minutes." He chugged a Mana potion, then returned to scribbling in his book.

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This had better be worth it.

The Bloodstone burst apart, and underneath, Doromar stood rejuvenated. He looked to the Brison knowingly. "So, this Keeper of Records is preparing some spell." He looked back to Meera. "And you think that will be your salvation?"

Meera shook her head. "I was asking him to get my Mana to the max, so I could do that to you." She hooked a thumb at the melted fortress.

"Nice try."

He released a thick mist, and Meera remembered running from the Mistblades. She sighed and knew she had to stop this right away. She used Spectre Dominion, created a shadow warrior, and sent it after Doromar.

The mist had not reached more than ten feet from the necromancer. Meera paid a hefty price from a Mana perspective, but the Shadow Warrior was amazing. It kept him busy, and she moved to his back and hurled her chakrams at his weak points.

But he vanished into the mists and almost instantly appeared in front of Meera. Her eyes widened, and she brought up a Mirror Tower Shield in time before he swung his mist sword. Her Tower Shield might as well not even have been there. His mist sword passed right through her shield and into her side.

Meera cried out and teleported away. She activated Vitalize, but Doromar was on her. She teleported to the tiny mirror closest to the moat, giving her a moment's breath as her shadow warrior caught up to Doromar and engaged him in close combat.

The difference between their swordsmanship was immediately visible. Her warrior took too many hits and was slowly down. It's shadow body lightning with each hit. But it had Meera enough time to heal enough that she could move with too much pain. But once again, it had cost her precious Mana. She quickly checked her stats.

Stats

[Health: 1257/2270]

[Stamina: 1479/2350]

[Mana: 549/2610]

Her Mana almost gave her a heart attack. It was clear she couldn't fight it head-on, nor could she waste more Mana by using her Mana skills that were clearly going to waste. He can't have that much Mana left himself.

She also had to keep him away from Brison and the others. This left her with only one thing left to do. She recalled all her chakrams and affixed them to her armor.

She channeled her inner Neel and hoped her trash talk was up to her brother's standards. "Say, Dora the Explorer…"

"Doromar," the necromancer said through gritted teeth.

"Same thing." She waved a dismissive hand. "So, I was just thinking, now that your whore is dead."

"My Wife!"

"Oh, I thought she was your whore that you just kept around. In her last moments, she said she wished she had never followed you because you know the gods cursed her too because of you."

"Lies!" He shrieked. "She would never say that. She loved me."

Meera raised her hands. "Hey, I'm just the messenger. They say in their last moments, people reveal who they really are. You know, she begged me…begged me to end her life because she couldn't stand another day with you."

Doromar shook with rage. "Stop. Your. Lies!"

Meera continued. "But I didn't give her a quick death. No, after all, a torturer needs equal punishment. First, I made shallow cuts on the armor to make the animal bleed out, as they say. She made threats like you're doing right now. Useless blabber, really. Then she begged…" She smiled. The mists around him shivered as if mimicking the rage in his heart. "Well, I already told you what she said. Though, there was one last message for you. She said to tell you—That she would have been better off with him."

Doromar roared, and the bone armor exploded.

Meera protected herself with the Tower Shield. She had no clue who this him was or if there even was a him, but in most cases, there was always a him, so she left a clue and let him connect the dots. It looked like it had worked because he was heaving. His eyes were bloodshot, and mists coiled off him like steam.

He picked up speed as he ran. She waited for the last possible moment as he jumped to land an overhead strike with both swords. Then, she used Mirror Step to teleport to the farthest mirror by the trees.

Doromar yelled in frustration and followed her. Brison was still frantically writing in his book. Either this man is writing a novel, or it's a really elaborate spell.

"Catch me if you can." She waved to Doromar and ran into the forest.

She activated Mirror Wing and flew between the trees at top speed. Doromar was not far behind. He zipped through the trees by running on air. She knew that skill. She had used it for a while. It was Nimbus.

She even thought about bringing out Onyx, but she refrained as she would need to explain many things to him. She missed his talking horse. It had been almost two weeks since she'd talked to him.

Meera saw a clearing ahead. I'll use a Mirror Blast and double back to Brison.

"Stop and face me, you coward!" Doromar roared. He tossed his mist sword at her, which changed shape mid-flight into a snake.

She rose higher into the air to avoid it, but the mist snake was faster than she was. It bit into her ankle. Meera cried out as its fangs were hot like poking irons. Doromar flung her into a tree and then another. Meera was disoriented enough as it is, but he spun her around and tossed her into the clearing. She crashed into the ground and even skidded on the rough ground.

Doromar appeared before her. "Now, you die, worm."

He raised Numheia's Vengeance high into the air. Meera was seeing three of him. She was about to use a big Mirror Blast, but a bright green light almost blinded her. It took a moment for Meera to see clearly, and her jaw dropped.

A woman with long black hair, in a beautiful greenish-black dress stood before them. She had a regal beauty about her, like a beautiful eagle soaring in the skies, ready to strike on her prey.

"No, Doromar, it is you who will die." Her voice was sharp as a sword's edge.

"You-You are not supposed to be here."

"Who says I am," she responded.

Doromar staggered back, tripping over his feet and falling to the ground.

Meera used Identify on the lady.

[Goddess of Justice – Level ????]

Meera's jaw dropped a second time. That's Numheia…