As the explosion subsided, the scorched and maimed rat creature lay writhing in agony on the sewer floor. Its once formidable body was now a grotesque tableau of charred flesh and oozing wounds. The psychic assault and the fiery explosion had taken a toll on it, and it appeared to be on the brink of defeat.
The barrier of blood was still present behind it, and Lyle quickly dispelled it, allowing the blood to drop on the ground before being soaked in almost instantly.
Lyle emerged from behind the rat, his expression resolute. He approached the wounded creature cautiously, his spear at the ready. Kleagan followed close behind, his demonic flames still dancing on the blade of his greatsword.
