The battlefield was a canvas of chaos, with blood and steel painting a grim portrait of war. Amidst the cacophony, King Kevin Os knelt, clutching his massive sword. His armor was rent and battered, his breathing labored. A relentless wave of orcs surged toward him, their monstrous roars echoing across the plains. He fought valiantly, but the odds were overwhelming.
One particularly massive orc, wielding a jagged axe, lunged at the wounded king. Kevin Os mustered his remaining strength to parry, but his sword felt heavy, and his limbs were unresponsive. His health points dwindled dangerously close to zero.
-102,341 Health Points (Physical Damage)
The king stumbled, the world spinning around him. His vision blurred, and the voices of his soldiers seemed like distant echoes. Despair began to take hold.
Suddenly, a powerful voice cut through the chaos like a clarion call.
"Mass Heal!"
