Had the spell formed from necromantic shadows failed?
Ingvar soon realized that the Bronzebeard Dwarf's enhancement skill not only increased his strength but also hardened his skin, raising his spell resistance to the point of magic immunity.
Although Ingvar knew there was no such thing as absolute spell immunity, against his current strength, Muradin's Avatar skill granted exactly that.
Indeed, Azeroth had no absolute magic immunity, but relative magic immunity certainly existed. If you could not break through someone's defenses, then that person was invincible against you.
The Thunder Warhammer in Muradin's hand could grow or shrink, keeping pace with his size.
Otherwise, a two-meter-tall Bronzebeard giant holding a warhammer less than half a meter long would have looked rather disproportionate.
Ingvar thrust twice in succession without effect. He decisively abandoned the idea of breaking through Muradin's defenses with magical attacks.
Muradin swung his warhammer straight at Ingvar.
The warhammer came at him with astonishing speed, leaving no room to dodge. Ingvar raised his sword across his chest, hoping the strength of his Runeblade would block Muradin's attack.
The Runeblade's durability did not disappoint him, but the arcs of lightning erupting from the Thunder Warhammer gave Ingvar a firsthand taste of the terror of electrical treatment.
Crackling currents of lightning danced across Ingvar's arms and chest. His breastplate and armguards burned through, exposing charcoal-black skin beneath.
Yet despite those severe burns, Ingvar felt no pain at all.
Under the effects of paralysis, Ingvar could not even feel where his arms were.
Ingvar struggled to brace himself upright and scanned the battlefield, searching for some lifeline he could cling to and survive.
One more blow from the Dwarf before him would kill Ingvar on the spot.
Unfortunately, as Ingvar looked around, he found no ally who could save his life.
Ingvar's