Tentacles converged on Cale like the closing jaws of a trap. Massive, writhing limbs blotted out the dappled light as they descended from all directions, their slick surfaces gleaming with unnatural purpose.
Apollo's heart hammered against his ribs. The gold in his veins surged hot and urgent as he leaped from his perch atop the broken column, bow already drawn. 'Too many,' he thought, loosing three arrows in rapid succession. 'He'll be crushed.'
The arrows struck true, embedding deep in the monster's flesh, but the kraken barely seemed to notice. Its massive eye remained fixed on Cale, pupil contracting with ancient, patient malice as its tentacles continued their inexorable approach.
"Apollo!" Lyra's voice cut through the chaos, sharp with frustration. "Stop holding back! We all know you're stronger than this!"
