"Let's do this together!"
"It's about time," Morthas replied with a sharp grin, his fiery axe glinting in the light as he readied himself for battle.
Grey nodded, his own glowing blade firmly in hand.
Together, they charged toward Viscereon, cutting down the writhing tendrils that lashed out in defense.
Each swing of their weapons sizzled and hissed as the heat burned through the creature's gelatinous form.
Viscereon writhed and roared in frustration, clearly feeling the damage.
As Grey and Morthas closed in, the slime's voice boomed:
"Don't underestimate me!"
With that, the slime unleashed a thunderbolt so powerful it crackled through the air like a primal force of nature.
The ground beneath their feet quaked as the bolt streaked toward them.
Grey reacted in a flash, sidestepping just in time.
The bolt struck the ground, leaving a smoking crater behind.
