Chapter 92: The Panthers Rift 3
Its massive limbs shook the ground, and its roar sent rocks tumbling from the cliffs above. Kelvin channeled a fire Convergence through Xerion, the End-Tyrant’s flames sweeping through the ravine, searing the behemoth’s hide in a burst of light.
Lyra wove shadow runes, her gauntlet flickered as tendrils lashed out to bind its legs, slowing its charge. Salaris struck from the shadows, her talons rending its scales.
Darius fired soulstone blasts, each explosion cracked its hide, while Rhoam charged, his iron bulk slammed into its side with a resounding crash.
But the behemoth was relentless, its dark energy amplified its strength and its horns tore through the air. It broke free of Lyra’s runes and its massive paw swiped at her and sent her crashing into the cliff wall.
She cried out, blood gushing from her wounds, her gauntlet flickered as she struggled to rise. Kelvin’s heart lurched and fear spiked through him and the Veil’s whispers roared. But he shouted, "Lyra, hold on!"
"I am trying!" she gasped, her voice was barely audible as she forced a rune into place, binding the behemoth’s legs. Her face was ashen with blood soaking her armor and her eyes dimming with pain.
Darius took a hit, the behemoth’s horn grazed his chest, tearing through his armor and drawing blood. He cursed, firing a soulstone blast that sent the creature reeling, Rhoam’s charge kept it at bay.
"It’s gonna kill us!" he shouted, his voice cracked and his strength got shattered by pain and fear.
Kelvin’s mind raced with despair clawing at him. The behemoth’s power was overwhelming, its dark energy was a suffocating weight, and Lyra’s collapse was a knife in his heart.