Damien and his summons had found their rhythm, their attacks coordinated and focused on the vulnerable spot Luton had created on the Obsidian Drake's neck.
Each strike from Cerbe burned deeper into the beast's flesh, leaving its once-impenetrable scales scorched and disintegrated.
Still, Damien's gut warned him that something was amiss. Despite their progress, an ominous feeling gnawed at the back of his mind, urging him to stay alert.
The Obsidian Drake's patience snapped. Its molten veins pulsed brighter, and its aura surged to terrifying heights. Its scarlet eyes glowed with unrestrained fury, the last traces of rationality vanishing as it let out an earth-shaking roar.
Damien's eyes widened in alarm. 'It's gone berserk.'
"Everyone, fall back!" he shouted, his voice echoing through the desolate battlefield.
