"NOW!"
A roar of power and defiance shook the battlefield, bursting from the colossal World Snake. Lightning and life itself flared across his scaled form like rivers of fire dancing in the storm.
"It is weakened—attack with everything you have!"
Jormungandr's body blazed with radiance as he opened his colossal maw. A torrent of lightning surged forth, a beam so massive that it tore through the corrupted sky like a divine spear. The strike ripped a gaping wound across the nightmare's surface—and this time, the wound did not heal.
All eyes widened at once. The damage inflicted by the Red Sun of Wrath was far beyond anything the nightmare could recover from. Its regeneration was broken.
With hearts set aflame, the warriors roared as one. Determination surged through them like wildfire, and their barrage renewed—fiercer, stronger, and unrelenting. Victory was no longer a distant dream. It was within reach. They would pour every last drop of strength into seizing it.
