Sixth Floor: The Chamber of Seven Seas (26)

The creature's body flickered again, and the shadowy energy around it flared up, pushing Cyrus back. The Warfiend's three glowing eyes locked onto him, and it let out a low, guttural hiss, as if mocking his efforts. The creature reformed itself, rising from the water with even more intensity. It was learning, adapting—becoming faster, more elusive.

Cyrus, however, was not intimidated. With a growl, he steadied his trident, his muscles tightening, ready for whatever came next. He knew the Warfiend's phasing ability was its greatest strength, but he had one last trick in his arsenal. With a sharp command, he unleashed a surge of crimson lightning from his trident, the arcane energy crackling through the water.