Kelvin's fire lances pierced its scales, Xerion's vortexes kept burning its wounds, the cavern was shaking with every clash and cracks were spreading across the walls, with debris raining down, the instability was a mirror of the collapse that haunted Kelvin's past.
The wyrm's Veil-tainted eyes glowed brighter and its roars laced with psychic energy that stung Kelvin's mind, a chilling echo of the Sovereign's assaults in the Rift, but he pushed through, his parents' memory was a flame that burned brighter than his fear.
He snapped a water trap, its runes were binding the wyrm's tail, slowing its thrashing power and thereby allowing Xerion to strike a weak point, his tail cracked a scale, molten ichor seeping out, its violet glow confirmed the wyrm's unnatural origins, a creation of Veil hubris.
