With a primal roar of triumph, Cyrus pressed the attack, his daggers slicing through the air with deadly precision as he drove the behemoth back with each ferocious blow. The creature, its icy armor cracking under the force of Cyrus's onslaught, stumbled backward, its movements growing sluggish and uncoordinated as it struggled to keep pace with the relentless onslaught.
With each strike, Cyrus's determination surged, fueled by the knowledge that victory lay within his grasp. His movements were fluid and precise, each strike aimed at exploiting the beast's weaknesses and chipping away at its formidable defenses. The behemoth, once a towering symbol of dominance, now faltered under Cyrus's relentless assault, its icy armor cracking and splintering with each blow.
