("Rex, you don't need to go through the worm's mouth anymore,") Cleo's voice echoed in his mind, steady and calm, even as her singing continued to weave their fusion together. ("We have enough power now to pierce its hide. Just go straight in.")
Rex's grin widened. "Got it! Time to play the bullet." In place of his usual massive claymore, he crafted a gigantic lance, its gleaming tip razor-sharp, aimed dead ahead.
With a single powerful beat of his wings, he shot forward like a missile. The lance tore through the worm's thick, leathery hide, sending a tremor through the massive creature's entire body as Rex punched straight into its flesh.
He found himself floating in the eerie, pulsating green glow of the worm's insides, surrounded by the alien chittering of Khryssari warriors swarming toward him.
