On the other side of the chamber, Vaelira's puppets rushed forward in unison, slamming their blades and claws against the Heart's surface, making it bleed from a thousand wounds.
Jack's hammer crashed down on it like a falling wall while Sasha's arrows detonated with controlled magic bursts, and Diaz's relentless strikes carved deeper into the swollen flesh.
Its healing slowed. The torn tissue didn't immediately stitch itself back together anymore. The wounds lingered, smoking and raw.
"We're doing it!" Jack bellowed, driving his weapon in again with renewed vigor.
Finally, they were starting to make a dent in it. The fact that it all happened because of the actual boss monster taking from it didn't seem to impact his mood.
The Countess raised her arms. The mana tether went white-hot, and her shadow seemed to splinter into dozens of jagged shapes.
From the edges of the chamber came the first answering skitter. Then another.
