The cavern quaked with each monstrous step of the Corrupted Hydra, its grotesque form looming over Damien and Anna like a nightmare given flesh. Its sickly black scales shimmered with a malignant sheen, each movement unsettlingly smooth as its six monstrous heads slithered through the air. Glowing yellow eyes brimmed with malice, and foul, corrosive drool dripped from its gaping maws, sizzling as it melted the stone floor beneath. The twisted faces embedded along its body contorted and wailed, their eerie cries carrying the agony of a thousand tormented souls.
Damien tightened his grip on his sword, the Sacred Flame flickering hungrily along the blade's edge. Beside him, Anna planted her feet, her staff crackling with volatile energy. Their bodies ached from relentless battles, but there was no room for exhaustion—this was a fight they could not afford to lose.
The Hydra struck first.
