The figure landed by his side, her body slowly taken by the shadows as the behemothian abomination of flesh and corruption rushed towards them.
Its stumbling form crawled and broke through the floor, uncaring if it could no longer stand or move optimally. "Do you have a plan for defeating that thing?"
Ellianor questioned the girl of light, but she exhibited no reaction as the beast came toward her. "I guess this is my end…"
She held onto her spear hook, a heavy sight as the blue of her lights was overcome by white light as if closing an eyelid and accepting her fate.
From above them, someone jumped above the gates, two great swords in each hand as he landed between them and the beast.
The swing of his great blades made the feast retreat as the ground beneath the path of his attacks broke, forcing the monster to retreat several yards.
