The Drakarra loomed before them, a monstrous abomination of bark, thorns, and writhing vines. Its maw dripped with hissing sap, and its guttural roar sent shivers down Darius' spine.
Darius swung his sword, slicing through the flailing vines, but for every one he cut down, three more sprouted to take its place. The forest was alive, and it was relentless.
"How do we kill this thing, Dilhan?! We can't reach it's root like this where this thick mist exist." Darius shouted, his voice rough with exertion. He turned to the the man cowering behind Morgana's protective barrier.
She was using her power to protect him but she didn't know that was the same thing that held him back.
Dilhan was trembling, his hands clutching his sheathe so tightly his knuckles were white.
Even's Morgana usual confident confidence had evaporated, replaced by a look of sheer terror. Dilhan flinched as a thorny vine slammed against the barrier and answered Dariu's question..