Zarion's POV:
The battle had escalated without warning.
Zephyria and I suddenly found ourselves face-to-face with Gor'mundr, the towering, stone-skinned juggernaut. I lunged forward and delivered a devastating Divine Thunder Kick, launching him backward and tearing him away from Kraytheon.
That was no random move.
I did it deliberately—to separate the two unique monsters and weaken their combined strength. If they fought side by side, their synergy would be devastating. But alone, isolated? That gave us a fighting chance.
"Zephyria, come with me!" I called out, and without hesitation, she followed.
We sped toward the location where Gor'mundr had been hurled. As gods of speed—she of the wind, and I of the storm—we were the perfect match to take on a brute like Gor'mundr, whose movements were slow and deliberate.
When we arrived, the scene was chaos.
