Owen felt a rush of satisfaction.
He had done his part. All that was left was to keep hammering the same spot, widening the wound until they broke through completely.
His arrows could do it — he still had mana left, and even better, he had help.
A small smile tugged at his lips. Maybe this monster would be the one to push him to level 80. He wasn't the only one hoping; he knew several others were thinking the same.
The giant sphinx let out a roar of pain as the group focused their fire on the cracked armor. Shurikens flew, striking the weakened spot. Ice spikes followed, piercing into the break. Then came the earth spikes, trapping the creature's movement just enough for Owen's next volley of wind- and fire-enhanced arrows to tear deeper into the plated hide.
Ren never stopped moving. His sword dance kept the sphinx pinned in place, even as his blade began to chip against the hardened armor.
