It opened its faceless jaw, unleashing a roaring breath of white ash so hot it turned the surrounding air into a suffocating vacuum and melted the stalactites thirty meters above.
Jack didn't evade.
[Astrape's Shadow]
A massive arrow of dark lightning manifested before his right shoulder, wrapped in predatory, seeking shadows. Jack released it with a flick of his intent.
The corrupted lightning bolt shot straight down the throat of the roaring ash breath.
The dark mana didn't just pierce; it adapted mid-flight, splitting into twelve independent tendrils of black electricity that tore through the interior of the Behemoth's reconstructed body, anchoring themselves to the elemental currents and ripping the molten core apart from within.
The Behemoth's upper half exploded in an outward burst of black lightning and shattered slag.
Yet, as the torso collapsed into powdery gray snow, Jack watched closely.
Nothing.
