Cyrus saw his opening. While the creature's attention was on Athena's relentless barrage, he dashed forward, weaving through the writhing tentacles. His feet were light, his body agile as he ducked and dodged, each movement measured to avoid the lashing tendrils. He kept his eyes locked on the creature's torso—the swirling mass of darkness that seemed to anchor the tentacles together.
Just as a massive tentacle lunged at him from above, he ducked, pivoted, and slashed upward in a single, fluid motion. His blade cut deep into the creature's core, and for the first time, the thing let out a low, guttural screech that reverberated through the void.
The tentacles convulsed wildly, as if in pain, and several of them recoiled, retreating back into the creature's body. Athena seized the moment, conjuring a final spear of Aether and launching it directly at the creature's swirling face of tentacles.
