Zara chuckled softly, her gaze shifting from the increasingly desperate battle to Pyris himself.
Rather than indulging in the spectacle of Seren and Elion's groups flailing against the creature, she found herself entertained by him. It amused her to see that he was entirely devoid of those clichéd heroic idealisms; he didn't even flinch as the two groups were pummeled, thrown, and slashed by the monster's relentless attacks.
The more desperate their attempts, the more his amusement seemed to grow.
There wasn't a hint of a need to intervene, to save the day, or to impress anyone watching. Instead, Pyris simply smirked, letting reality itself deliver the humbling blows that Elion and Seren so clearly deserved.
In front of them, the chaos intensified.
Seren's vampire rogue lunged at the creature, moving with supernatural agility.
