Each strike to the core weakens the creatures, their movements growing sluggish and disjointed while their regeneration slowed drastically.
The oppressive glow of the cove dims with every crystal destroyed.
The oppressive air remains, but the creatures are gone, their shattered forms scattered and powerless.
Ezra exhales heavily, leaning on Skyfall as the adrenaline subsides, before inevitably falling on his knees, completely fatigued.
The last three had almost recovered enough to resume it's attacks, so Ezra had to put more effort into quickly destroying their cores.
Such expenditure of energy left him weak to his knees, gasping heavily to catch his breath, while his head ached badly.
Clutching his skull, Ezra surveys the surroundings looking for his rightfully earned rewards.
But…nothing pops up.
No essence shards, no artifact, just…nothing.
Even after turning his gaze in other directions, it remains the same.
