As Cyrus felt his shoulders tighten with his sword crackling with a faint pulse of aether. "FUCK! FUCK YOU! JUST DIE!" he yelled at the top of his lungs. The three warriors steadied themselves, irritation and determination merging as they braced for the next phase of their unrelenting fight.
As the fight began, the trio found themselves dwarfed by the enormity of the Eldritch Deer. It towered over them, its antlers stretching into the treetops like ancient, twisted branches alive with writhing tendrils and countless watchful eyes. Each passing second seemed to deepen the creature's horrific form—new limbs, eyes, and pulsing veins of dark energy erupting from its icy hide. And while it lurched forward, ready to crush, the smaller Winter Deers encircled them, lunging with their needle-toothed jaws and launching sharp mental assaults that warped reality in bursts of twisted illusions.
