Hades swiftly unsummoned his Soul Puppet, realizing that the delicate nature of the Abyss Dragon's core required a more nuanced approach.
His face remained calm but focused, his sharp eyes scanning the massive creature for weaknesses. With a quick gesture, he summoned dark tendrils, their inky blackness swirling through the air like shadows come to life.
The tendrils, usually designed for soul-damaging attacks, twisted and coiled around the dragon. But this time, Hades altered their purpose. He spoke softly, almost to himself, his voice carrying an icy edge. "No soul damage... just physical strikes. We need that core intact."
The Abyss Dragon let out a guttural roar, its enormous body thrashing against the tendrils. Its scales shimmered with dark energy as the Abyss Mana flowed through it, healing its wounds almost instantly. Each tendril that struck left a mark, only to see it disappear moments later.
