Jesua's voice was sharp and urgent. "It's entered a second phase! Keep moving or we'll be cooked alive!"
Sylus dashed to the side, narrowly avoiding a torrent of lava that spilled from one of the dragon's back-volcanoes. He leapt onto a craggy ledge, his frost sword gleaming as he focused his energy into its blade. With a powerful swing, he launched a crescent-shaped arc of ice toward the dragon. It struck one of the volcanoes, briefly cooling the molten eruption and slowing the flow.
"Target those volcanoes!" Sylus shouted. "If we can stop them, we might weaken it!"
Jesua nodded, her shadowy form darting forward. She conjured spears of darkness, hurling them with precision at the nearest volcano. The dark energy splintered against the molten rock but managed to disrupt the flow of lava, causing the dragon to falter.