With each passing moment, the fight grew more intense, the clash of steel and the roar of beasts echoing through the chamber as Cyrus battled against the relentless tide of yetis. His muscles burned with exertion, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he fought to keep the horde at bay. Yet still, they came on, their primal fury undiminished by his efforts to stem the tide.
But Cyrus was not alone in this fight, his mastery of water magic proving to be a potent weapon against his foes. With a series of precise gestures, he conjured pillars of water that rose up from the ground, sending yetis flying as they collided with the force of a raging torrent. The creatures howled in rage and pain as they were swept away by the deluge, their attacks momentarily halted as they struggled to regain their footing.
