Ezekiel nodded, understanding the gravity of what she was asking. "Alright, I'll draw it in," he said, steeling himself for the task ahead. "But you two better be ready."
Edge, though exhausted, managed a grim smile. "Guess this is where we see what we're really made of."
They took their positions, each of them readying for what could be their final stand in killing the monster. Ezekiel stepped forward, raising his spear in a deliberately shaky hand, making it seem like he was on the verge of collapse. He taunted Subterranea, shouting insults and daring it to strike him.
The serpent's eyes narrowed, focusing intently on Ezekiel. It sensed his weakness and, driven by instinct, prepared to strike. Its body coiled tightly, the air around it crackling with electricity as it built up energy for a devastating attack.
