The End of the Battle

With the discovery of the sword's power, the group's fighting style shifted once again. They stayed on the creature relentlessly, pressuring it, rotating between defence and offence, passing the blade between them like a baton in a race. Each handoff brought a new strike, each blow catching the monster further off guard.

Wounds began to accumulate across the creature's translucent body. The black blade tore through its flesh with merciless precision, leaving dark slashes that shimmered against its ghostly form.

They could see it now—the path to victory. It was right there, within reach. Just one more moment, one more strike...

Then, a menacing shriek escaped the creature's lips.

It wasn't just a sound—it was a scream that split the air like shattering glass, high and piercing, laced with rage and raw fury. The ground trembled beneath their feet, recoiling as if the earth feared what it had heard.