Celeste couldn't take her eyes off as Ronan's dark mana-coated sword carved into the serpent's armored hide, deeper and ever-deeper. Each stroke produced shockwaves through the cavern, but the beast's relentless regeneration refused to bend. She tightened her hold on her sword, frustration surging.
Meanwhile, Aurelia was already smiling, completely unimpressed. The frost that covered her daggers dissolved, and molten energy blazed in waves, radiating heat in sharp waves. "Alright, my turn," she said, springing onto the serpent's back with reckless confidence.
"Ronan, don't think you're taking all the credit!" she shouted, her voice cutting through the chaos. Her daggers blazed like twin suns, slashing with precision. Each strike left molten trails that scorched through the serpent's scales. "Let's see how fast it can patch itself up now!"
