There was no dazzling image, only pure light and the roar that took away everyone's hearing.
After the sacred white glow, vision slowly sharpened from the flickering blackness, with a gentle warm breeze sweeping over them.
Hebdo stood dazed in place, and Cliff behind him was completely stupefied. They gazed blankly upward, witnessing the smoke clearing away to reveal the menacing creature behind it.
They hit it, Ascalon struck the wound of the Sea Serpent, the flowing fire of iron pierced the twisted flesh, further tearing open the wound, even completely running through it, and tearing open a huge scorched bloody opening.
It was a blood hole that almost severed the torso, crimson limbs flailing wildly, pulling against each other, trying hard to heal the wound, preventing the collapse of the torso.
