"What is this thing?"
A Ghost Dragon phantom materialized directly in Yilaya's path, its spectral form freezing her in mid-air. The only thing she could still move was her mind. A suffocating wave of despair washed over her. This is it. This serpent-demon avatar is a lost cause.
A crackle of lightning echoed from behind her. An instant later, a bolt of incandescent fire and lightning tore through her, incinerating her body from the inside out. Death had come so suddenly, she never had a chance to prepare.
Orion collected the Survivor's loot box that dropped from Yilaya's vaporized form. A clean, efficient kill. It was a good start. After a quick scan of the area revealed no other surprises, he resumed his inexorable advance on the Black Tower.
The Black Tower, Fifth Floor.