After what felt like hours, but really could have only been seconds, the beam of green lightning finally cut off and Ke'Zuc's gaping maw snapped shut, tentacles slithering back over the gap they had made to the core.
The tentacles on the bottom portion of Ke'Zuc's strange body began to writhe and twist, faster and faster until little spurts of electrical green static flickered out from them.
In a few moments the writhing mass of snake-like tentacles had started floating up into the air, elevated on a bed of whirling static power. They had managed to leverage the electricity from above into some kind of rudimentary levitation, hovering just above the surface of the rock.
Throughout all of that, Kathura had not been idle.
They had emerged from the ocean portion of their side of the arena and had started to cast their water into a series of runic patterns.
