Erend's claws dug into the glass-scorched ground as he tore through Setekh-Ra's towering form once again. His Lightning Dragon body glowing like a beacon in the storm with lightning whipping around.
Arcs of searing lightning coiled around him, hissing and shrieking as he delivered another devastating surge straight through the Boss's chest.
The armored shell cracked, and with a final roar Setekh-Ra shattered into light and dust for what felt like the hundredth time.
But the moment that light faded the sands began to churn again.
Setekh-Ra reformed, again. As flawless as ever. Few meters away from him.
Erend let out a low growl, steam billowing from his nostrils. His wings were scorched at the edges and his scales bore charred gashes. It all came from Setekh-Ra.
He stared at the new body standing tall before him that was just born of dust and storm, and felt a cold frustration settle in his chest.
"How many more times do I have to kill this fucker?!"
