Chapter 143: End of the beast
Soon, the rhythm of the battle shifted again. In a swift, fierce surge of valor, Calien and Erik’s coordinated attacks escalated in intensity.
Their blades became extensions of their very will, slashing and darting in a continuous barrage against the towering, grotesque creature.
With each strike, a guttural cry escaped the beast, and its massive, pulsating frame began to sag under the relentless pressure.
The two young warriors moved like a single entity, their bodies woven into an intricate dance of offense and evasion that left no room for hesitation or error.
"Keep at it—don’t let up!" Calien shouted, voice echoing off the stone walls as he lunged forward with renewed fury.
His blade met the creature’s rubbery hide once again, slicing into a ruptured seam near a swelling tumor. "Every cut matters—every hit weakens it!" he roared, and his tone was matched by Erik, who was grinning despite the danger.
"Focus on the joints!" Erik cried, his words merging with the clashing sounds of battle. "The twisting points—armpits, lower back—hit them where the flesh splits!"
His voice, rough with exertion, rang clear among the chaos, urging every swinging blow, every calculated maneuver.
Their strikes grew more violent, a thundering torrent of kinetic energy that battered the monstrous form until even the creature began to slow.
It swayed, as if struggling to remain upright under the unyielding assault. Its once mighty roars became a series of pained grunts and ragged gasps.
"Yes, yes, that’s it! Slowly and surely, let’s make it bleed until nothing of it is left!" one of the attendants yelled from behind, his tone mixing astonishment with the urgency of the moment.