A blade of wind shot from his palm, striking the behemoth's head with enough force to knock it sideways. Its concentration shattered, dark energy dissipating harmlessly as it roared in frustration.
With his chest still burning from the dark projectiles, Vel gathered what remained of his strength. The behemoth was preparing another attack, its massive form coiling with deadly intent. This was their moment—he had to act before it regained full control.
"Glacis Solith Feryis!" Vel gasped, directing the spell beneath the creature's feet.
Ice spread across the ground in a widening circle, the slick surface forming just as the behemoth planted its weight. But this time, the creature had learned. Its intelligent eyes flashed with recognition as it felt the familiar texture beneath its claws.
The behemoth bounded upward, lifting its front legs clear of the ice. With practiced agility, it twisted mid-air, positioning its hind legs to land on solid ground beyond the frozen patch. The maneuver was flawless—except it left the creature suspended and vulnerable for a crucial heartbeat.
Celia saw the opening instantly. Her blade moved to a horizontal position over her shoulder, the metal gleaming. Energy crackled along the rapier's length as she shifted into the familiar stance.
"Trinity Volt!"
Three lightning-wreathed strikes pierced the air in rapid succession, each bolt finding its mark on the behemoth's exposed flank. The creature's controlled landing became a stumbling crash as electrical energy coursed through its muscles, disrupting its coordination.
Vel forced himself upright, ignoring the protest from his battered ribs. Light magic surged through his palm as he shaped a familiar spell with deadly precision.
"Luxetahn Lumi Solis!"
The first Light Javelin streaked toward the behemoth's head, striking between its eyes with brilliant intensity. The creature reeled backward, dark mist hissing where light met shadow. Vel's second javelin targeted its injured front leg, the radiant spear sinking deep into already weakened muscle and sinew.
The combined assault proved too much. The behemoth's legs buckled as it crashed onto the ice surface, its massive bulk sliding helplessly. Dark blood pooled beneath its thrashing form as it struggled to rise.
"Now!" Vel shouted, charging forward with his borrowed sword raised high.
This was their only chance. The knockdown state wouldn't last long, but it was enough. Vel drove his blade toward the creature's exposed belly, feeling steel part flesh as the Guardian's Oath enhancement guided his strike true. Beside him, Celia danced between the behemoth's flailing limbs, her rapier finding gaps in its armor with surgical precision. Dark ichor spurted with each thrust, painting the ice crimson.
Mora's arrow whistled overhead, punching through the creature's hide near its shoulder. The impact tore open a gaping wound that revealed something vital beneath—a glimpse of the heart protected by layers of bone and muscle.
Vel yanked his sword free, repositioning for this new target. The behemoth's struggles were growing weaker, its movements sluggish from blood loss. With both hands gripping the hilt, he drove the blade downward with everything he had left.
The steel slid smoothly between ribs, piercing the creature's heart with a wet thunk. The behemoth's dying roar shook the very ground beneath them, its legs thrashing violently before the movements gradually slowed, then stopped completely.
Stillness settled over the battlefield. Vel pulled the sword away from its heart, steel scraping against bone as he withdrew the blade. He remained frozen in place, both hands locked around the hilt, his chest rising and falling in ragged gasps.
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