Kharzan was frozen, his extremities transformed into ice statues that pulsed with purple pain where purification fought against abyssal corruption. But his claws held Selphira's spear firmly embedded in his flesh, and his monstrous smile stretched across the three mouths that "adorned" his face.
The crystalline prison that should have meant his defeat had become a stalemate, his supernatural strength allowing him to maintain his grip even while most of his body remained immobilized.
"Did you think it would be so easy?" he growled, vapor emanating from his wounds where pure ice met corrupted blood.
The purification hurt him, but his 6 beasts and he were now one entity. They couldn't be purified so easily while regenerating each other retroactively.
The corruption had deep roots that would require more than surface cleansing to eliminate.
