Fighting A Titanborne 3

The Titanborne roared, its guttural cry vibrating through the air as it staggered slightly, its massive form shifting to counterbalance the force of Lucian's attack.

Edith darted forward, her body enhanced with myst-fueled speed and strength. She closed the distance between herself and the Titanborne's foot, slashing at its tendons with precision. Though her blade barely left a mark, her strikes were relentless, forcing the demon to adjust its stance.

Karla dropped to one knee, gripping her white-hilted sword in her hands as she began channeling myst into it. The blade shimmered faintly, water-like currents swirling along its length as she murmured a soft incantation. "Just a little more time…," she whispered to herself, her hands trembling as the pressure of the situation bore down on her.