Chapter 124 - Dungeon - XXXII
Like a black star, the Guardian's carcass plummeted at high speed, tearing through the lower layers of the mountain as it spun, still crackling with the last traces of electricity. Twenty meters of pure gravitational distortion and spiraling shadows spun like a living drill until it struck the ground with a cataclysmic impact.
The ground shook. Rocks were launched like projectiles. A muffled roar echoed through the cavern's entire structure.
And then, the silence was broken... by screams of pain.
Dórian was no longer struggling. He was unconscious.
The mass of flesh and darkness fell directly on top of him and Seraphine.
Seraphine spun her spear, instinctively trying to open a channel of wind. A turquoise shield shimmered around her for an instant, activated by the core in her armor, but it wasn't enough. The weight, the energy of the impact, and the explosion of debris crushed everything around them.
Dórian was thrown to the side, violently hitting a rock that cracked under his weight. His sword, still in hand, was hurled back against his abdomen with brutal force, piercing between the armor plates. The dry sound of bones breaking filled the air.
He tried to rise... but his body no longer obeyed.
Only blood dripping from his lips and fading eyes.
Seraphine coughed, her right arm hung broken, her left knee bent at an unnatural angle. Protected by the artifact. A shimmering translucent shield had absorbed most of the impact, but at a severe cost in prana. Just like Glenn, her body collapsed to the ground, convulsing, eyes milk-white and foam dribbling from her mouth—also a victim of energy collapse.
The serpent, still alive but wounded, mutilated, and agonizing, twisted with erratic movements. The fall had hit it both physically and dimensionally.