I spun in the air as a tentacle of dark energy swung under me, narrowly avoiding its grasp. Shesharra and Fenrir fought ferociously alongside me, each using their unique abilities to counter the monstrous fusion of Drakon and the sorcerer. The battle had raged for what felt like hours, our exhaustion mounting with every passing minute.
Fenrir leaped forward, claws slashing and teeth gnashing as he tore through another shadowy tendril. Meanwhile, Shesharra summoned her serpentine water magic to form a mighty torrent that washed away swarms of dark minions conjured by the enemy.
Despite our best efforts, we seemed to be making little progress in weakening this formidable foe. I could feel despair creeping into my heart as I questioned our ability to vanquish this monstrous adversary.
"Guys, I think we need a new plan!" I called out, narrowly avoiding another attack. "We're not making a dent in this thing."
