Tirakos lunged forward, its broken form still emanating terrifying pressure.
It's body moved unnaturally, limbs twitching, divine power dripping from every movement like blood from a wound.
Kyle tried to dodge, but his body was sluggish—his reactions dulled from the countless hits and exhaustion.
He wasn't fast enough.
Tirakos's hand closed around his wrist. The grip was like molten iron.
Pain seared through Kyle's arm.
Divine energy raced up his nerves, eating at his mana and flesh alike. It was like being branded from the inside out. He grit his teeth to keep from screaming.
But then—
A loud crack echoed through the ruined temple.
Kyle blinked through the pain.
Tirakos's body was breaking apart.
Deep fissures spread from its core, leaking golden light and unstable energy.
It let out a shriek—sharp and animalistic, like a beast in agony. The sound was rage, pain, and disbelief all at once.
Kyle didn't waste the moment.
