Lyle's eyes glinted with determination as he watched the abomination struggle to heal its wound. The darkness he'd infused into the spear was working, slowing the creature's regenerative abilities. But he knew that wouldn't be enough. The monstrosity before him was an amalgamation of countless corrupted beings, and its power was formidable. Lyle needed to bring everything he had to bear if he wanted to take it down.
With a deep breath, he focused his energy, drawing on the power of the Voidheart Emblem. The dark crystal around his neck pulsed, resonating with the darkness that surrounded him. Shadows began to coalesce around his body, swirling like a vortex as they gathered at his hands. His spear, now back in his grasp thanks to the tendrils of darkness he'd used to retrieve it, vibrated with raw power as the darkness infused it.
"Let's see if you can handle this," Lyle muttered, his voice low and dangerous.
