The Thunder-Drill Harrier was a streak of shiny light. It crossed the clearing in the blink of an eye, a living arrow aimed at the very heart of the corruption.
CRACK!
The sound was sharp and final, like a giant bone snapping under immense pressure. The Harrier's hardened beak, humming with intense power, pierced through the thick, regenerating bark of the Blight-Heart Tree. Deep inside the twisted wood, the small crystal vial at the tip of the beak shattered, releasing its golden content.
The Harrier, its purpose fulfilled, dissolved into motes of glowing light, its unstable created form finally giving out.
And then… nothing.
