(Bonus update due to increased chapter word count [2/5])
"I'll help you!"
The moment the Lord of Dawn lost his Glass Armor and had to tank the monster with his flesh, just as he raised the Glass Sword to charge forward again, White Lady's ringing battle cry sounded out. Cold Moon's flowing radiance descended, layering Diakum with another blessing of moonlight beyond the beam of Dawn's Light.
All manner of Life Force blessings were piled onto the Vigilant as though they cost nothing, yet Dick still watched in heartbreak as his forcibly reduced maximum health bar failed to recover.
Clearly, Sargeras's supreme meaning of destruction was taking effect.
Healing?
Against the Dark Titan, healing was meaningless! Unless one possessed a perfect star body like the Argus Lord's and could take a few more hits, every other method was basically a one-shot affair.
No wonder the Void Lesser Gods feared him to death. Who wouldn't fear a crippled future where, even if they escaped alive, they would carry a fatal debuff for the rest of their life?
And there was a rather harsh prerequisite for receiving this "personally certified by Boss Sargeras" treatment: you had to avoid being instantly killed by Gorribal in a single exchange.
During the battle just now, Dick had clearly sensed an unusual power within Sargeras's sword strikes. It was another supreme mystery of fel energy, resembling the ultimate form of the legendary talent Diakum had once acquired—the Blade of Elimination.
As long as one's strength fell below a certain threshold, Gorribal would erase them with a single sword strike.
It might be a rather complicated activation mechanism, but one thing was certain: if he could not end this battle before the supreme meaning of "Slaughter" weakened him to a certain extent, then the dead time afterward