The Minotaur was wreaking havoc. Each movement of its massive body shook the ground, its club smashing stone and sending dust flying.
Two spells streaked through the air—one blazing with light, the other crackling with lightning.
Seraphina and Aisha had unleashed their strongest magic, but when the spells collided with the beast, the Minotaur roared and kept moving.
The attacks had no effect.
Marcus was holding it off at the front, his spear clashing with the giant's wooden club. He was barely keeping up.
The monster fought without skill, only raw rage and brute force. It swung wildly, but each strike carried terrifying power.
Three arrows zipped through the air, fired by Eliana, but the Minotaur smashed them aside as if they were nothing.
It was all meaningless.
Amon, who had been watching, turned his head. Not far away, he spotted Amelia and Neil. Both were badly wounded but still conscious—better off than most of them.
He waved. "Hey, Amelia!"
