In the midst of the chaos, with Lustria's cries echoing in his ears, Lassim's instinct converged into a singular moment of clarity. The realization that his halberd, for all its power and reach, offered him no advantage in this close, desperate struggle against the viper-like falcon.
The beast's relentless assault, its talons and beak a blur of venom and violence towards Lustria, pushed Lassim to the edge, igniting a fierce determination within him. With a surge of raw, pure anger, he recalled his weapon into his inner heart world, then stepped into the danger rather than away from it. His hands, illuminated by crackling arcs of lightning, reached for the falcon with a speed borne of desperation and fury.
