Lyra Voidwalker faced the armored construct. The hulking mass of metal and magic loomed before her, its crystal core pulsing with an eerie light. She knew that destroying the crystal would end this fight, but reaching it proved to be a formidable challenge.
With a flick of her wrist, Lyra opened a shimmering portal beneath the construct's feet. The behemoth began to sink, its heavy frame slowly disappearing into the spatial rift. As half of its body vanished, Lyra prepared to close the portal, aiming to slice through the construct's midsection.
But the crystal had other plans. Just as Lyra began to narrow the portal's aperture, the glowing core shifted, sliding effortlessly within the construct's frame. It danced away from the closing portal, rendering Lyra's strategy ineffective.
Frustration flickered across Lyra's face as she watched her plan unravel. The construct pulled itself free from the closing portal, its movements unnervingly fluid for something so massive.
