Luther's face contorted with fury as he bellowed, "Be careful, Ethan! Elida's powers of seduction are uniquely potent. They can bewitch the mind, compelling you to act in ways you normally wouldn't."
Alarmed, Ethan leaped into the air, narrowly evading the dual tendrils.
His Dragonblade shimmered brilliantly, resonating with the ancient and epic tales embedded within its dragon bone.
With a roar resembling a dragon's cry, Ethan swung his blade at the tendrils.
A light blade, seemingly capable of splitting the heavens, slashed through, severing the tendrils once again.
But in the next instant, a pink halo emerged on the tendrils, rapidly regenerating them.
Even the two severed pieces swiftly healed, turning into four writhing tendrils, undulating within the confines of the cabin like sinister seaweed.
Ethan's heart raced with panic.
"What do we do now?" he urgently asked, turning to Luther.
