The creature shrieked as Cruzer's Void Surge left a gaping wound across its chest, tendrils of dark energy crackling from the rent flesh.
Yet, even as it staggered, the swamp's sinister vitality began knitting the wound closed with unnatural speed, dark roots of energy seeping from the ground to bind the creature's wounds.
Cruzer gritted his teeth, his mind racing. "This one regenerates too. We'll have to overpower it, fast."
Elara stepped forward, her staff radiating a faint blue glow as she traced symbols in the air. "We need to stop it from regenerating. I'll try to bind it in ice while you keep up the assault."
With her incantation complete, she thrust her staff forward. "Frost!"
A surge of frost surged from her staff, racing along the ground and spiraling up the creature's legs. Ice began encasing its form, spreading rapidly across its scales as it shrieked and twisted in place.
