The core bearer had finally made a mistake, and now there was nowhere to hide. Zantem's jaws curved into a predatory smile while his divine armor gleamed with the goddess's power.
'Time to end this game,' he thought while preparing for the final assault. 'The core is ours...'
A barrage of magical projectiles rose toward him. The air crackled with magical energy as multiple attacks intertwined in a deadly display.
Zantem dodged with a fluid movement, his chitinous wings cutting through the air while studying the attack pattern. Fire and ice interlaced in the air, creating thermal change zones that intended to destabilize his flight.
The strategy showed a level of tactical understanding that was almost impressive.
'Clever,' he admitted while spinning between projectiles, his movements displaying a grace that seemed impossible for his big alien form. 'But insufficient.'
