The battle was brutal. Each swing of Lucian's sword cut through the air with a resonant hum, his movements precise, lethal. But the Wyrm was relentless, its body coiling and striking with impossible speed.
Eira launched volleys of fire, her magic fierce, but the flames barely singed the beast's scales. Thorne's spear danced through the air, striking weak points but failing to penetrate its armor.
Xeran fought alongside Lucian, his lightning-infused blade flashing with blinding speed. "We're not getting through!" he yelled, frustration clear in his voice.
Lucian's eyes blazed. "Then we'll make an opening."
He lunged, his sword blazing with ethereal light as he aimed for the Wyrm's eyes. The beast roared, its head snapping towards him. He dodged, his body moving with inhuman speed, barely avoiding the creature's fangs.
"Xeran! Now!"
Xeran charged, lightning exploding from his blade as he struck the Wyrm's exposed underbelly. The beast howled in pain, its body convulsing.
But its tail swung wildly, smashing into the ground with devastating force. Dust and blood filled the air as Eira and Thorne were thrown back, their bodies limp.
"No!" Lucian's heart seized, his vision going red. He moved without thinking, his sword carving through the air with terrifying speed. He struck the Wyrm's neck, severing its head in a single, furious blow.
The creature collapsed, its body disintegrating into ash. But the victory was hollow. Eira and Thorne lay motionless, their faces pale, breaths shallow.
Xeran's voice was weak. "We… won?"
Lucian's knees buckled. "At what cost?"