Lucavion's mind was a whirlwind of calculations as the Lesser Abyssal Wyrm shifted its tactics. The creature's regeneration was remarkable, but it was only a matter of time before Lucavion would find the opening he needed.
The battle was now a deadly game of patience and precision, where the slightest mistake could mean his end.
The Wyrm, sensing that brute force alone would not be enough, shifted its approach. Its massive form began to tremble, and a deep, guttural growl reverberated through the air. Lucavion's eyes narrowed, his instincts screaming a warning.
'It's preparing something… something big.'
Without warning, the Wyrm reared back, its maw gaping wide. A seething mass of dark energy began to gather in its throat, coalescing into a dense, swirling vortex. The very air around Lucavion seemed to thrum with power as the Wyrm unleashed its breath—an inferno of abyssal fire.
FWOOOOSH!
