The Behemoth of Terror let out a confused roar, its massive head swinging wildly as the Shadowlings shadow-stepped from one point to another in front of it.
"Sylvester! Anchor it!" Stellani commanded, her voice cutting through the chaos.
"On it," Sylvester adjusted his glasses. Without looking up from his tome, he muttered a command under his breath. His shadow stretched across the pavement, splitting into dozens of thick, dark chains. "Shadow Bind: Grave Weight."
The chains lashed out, wrapping around the Behemoth's trunk-like legs. The monster roared, straining to lift its feet, but it was as if gravity itself had increased ten-fold. It was pinned.
"Stara, Silla—clear the way to its weakness!" Stellani yelled.
The two sisters giggled as they dove into the shadows. They reappeared directly beneath the monster's massive underbelly, grabbing the beast's heavy tail and shoving it aside to expose the "target."
