The Abyssal Tide Serpent coiled before me, its massive form shifting like a living storm given flesh. Scales shimmered with an unnatural sheen, reflecting the deep blues and violent greens of the charged ocean behind it. Its serpentine body undulated, rising high above the battlefield, water dripping in sheets from its elongated fangs. The air stank of salt and ozone, the aftershock of its earlier lightning-infused attack still thrumming in my bones.
Rachel stood at my side, her golden aura crackling in defiance, her staff glowing with imbued light.
"We're not winning this," she muttered.
I exhaled, steadying my grip on my sword. "Not the point. We just need to hold."
The Abyssal Tide Serpent let out a guttural, rumbling hiss, the sound vibrating through the sand beneath our feet. Then it struck.
It moved faster than anything that size should be able to. A blur of shifting scales, a rush of water drawn in its wake. I barely had time to react.
Lucent Harmony.
