The wyrm answered with another deafening roar, its abyssal flame cutting through the air like a tidal wave of black fire. Damon's crimson spears tore into the inferno, detonating one after another in bursts of blood and smoke, the clash lighting up the ruined plaza like a storm of scarlet meteors.
Each explosion rocked the ground, but the wyrm did not falter. It plowed straight through, its massive jaws opening wide, ready to swallow him whole.
Damon vanished. [Blink]. He reappeared above its head, his palm already glowing as he conjured a massive [Blood Lance] infused with ice, lightning, and shadow. He hurled it down with the weight of a falling star.
The wyrm screeched as the lance pierced into the crack between its scales, molten ichor spraying outward like lava. For a moment, its head jerked back, the violet fire dimming in its throat.
