With that, Cyrus charged forward, his body moving on pure instinct. The creature roared, its tentacles whipping toward him like a storm of serpents. But he was faster. He dodged left, then right, weaving through the onslaught with a dancer's grace. His blade flashed in the dim light as he struck at the creature's limbs, cutting them down one by one.
But the creature was relentless. It pressed forward, forcing him to retreat, but he stayed just out of reach, always one step ahead.
Athena, meanwhile, was gathering her power. Her staff glowed brighter and brighter, the energy around it swirling like a vortex. She aimed carefully, waiting for the right moment.
Cyrus dodged another attack, his body moving in a blur as he sidestepped the creature's reach. Then, with a powerful leap, he lunged forward, his blade slicing through the creature's torso.
"Now!" he shouted.
