The hundred-foot horror instantly realized the apex predator had landed on its spine. It thrashed violently, attempting to buck her off, its hundreds of hooked legs tearing up the earth.
Veylara just smirked. She anchored her essence into her boots, cementing herself to the beast's carapace.
And sprinted directly down the length of the Centipede's back.
But, as she ran, she dragged the bladed tip of her obsidian spear behind her, pressing it down with the full, devastating weight of the White Tiger's suppression. The blade tore through the beast's thick, armored plates as if they were made of parchment.
She carved a massive, fifty-foot-long trench down the direct center of the Centipede's spine, exposing its pulsing, vulnerable necrotic flesh and severing its central nervous system.
The Centipede let out a gurgling, agonizing hiss. Thick, highly corrosive green blood erupted from the wound, but Veylara was already moving too fast for the acid to catch her.
