Within the dazzling fluctuations of magic energy, the Soul-Devouring Serpent Mozambique continuously writhed, the surrounding shroud of black mist gradually dissipating.
The painful roar resonated so profoundly that the entire palace seemed to be on the verge of collapse.
The energy spurred a wild wind that swept across the whole space, stirring up dust and smoke all around.
Gasping for breath, Alcys and Yunis stood aside, their eyes unblinkingly fixed on the central part of the battlefield.
They were uncertain if their full-force strike could vanquish the terrifyingly powerful Soul-Devouring Serpent, yet they knew they had given their all.
After what seemed like an eternity, the magic energy gradually faded.
A tentative calm began to restore the surroundings.
In the middle of the battlefield, the body of the Soul-Devouring Serpent slowly became visible.
