Damn, when is this gonna end?!
Zephyr cursed inwardly, the thought a burning ember in his strained mind.
It had been almost ten minutes since he and the Baron had launched themselves at the colossal Mistborn.
Ten minutes of brutal combat against a creature that defied common sense.
They had managed to sever its legs and arms multiple times, each limb vaporizing into swirling snow, only to regrow with terrifying speed.
Worse, the monstrosity had suddenly surged with even greater power just a while ago, its attacks becoming heavier, more oppressive.
Now, they were at their limit; their bodies screamed in protest, every muscle fiber taut with exhaustion.
They probably couldn't take this thing down even at their peak state.
They couldn't even risk another potion either; their systems were already saturated, threatening to seize up entirely.
Zephyr's aura flickered around him, a pale imitation of its earlier vibrancy. In another minute or so, the blessing would disappear too.
