Ty, pressed against the cracked window of the boat, felt the entire structure tremble under the creature's violent energy. The Pantsankes, as it had been named earlier, bore a striking resemblance to a panther, albeit with the elongated body of a serpent, cloaked in fur.
As the creature amassed energy for its blast, a peculiar calm washed over Ty. Unlike Waddle, who scrambled for cover, Ty stood rooted, mesmerized as his hair bristled lightly, a scent wafting from the creature's energy that was strangely captivating.
Just as the blast hurdled towards them, a miracle unfolded before Ty's wide eyes. Rusuf emerged, his presence commanding as he met the onslaught with a force equal in ferocity.
The energies clashed, a spectacle of power and light, suspended in mid-air while lightning danced chaotically around them. This standoff, however, was fleeting; the attack soon shattered into myriad particles, dissipating into the night.
