All thirty-five heads struck simultaneously, serpentine necks extending with impossible reach as massive jaws clamped down on Granite Sovereign's limbs and torso.
Granite Sovereign roared. It sounded like mountains cracking, and retaliated by liquefying the sand beneath the Hydra's coils.
The black granules turned to quicksand instantly, pulling the serpent down even as it continued biting and tearing at the stone.
But the Hydra didn't stop.
The creature had died and been reborn through binding.
Downing in sand was an inconvenience, not a threat.
The Voidweaver launched itself forward in a blur, webs shooting from its spinnerets.
The threads wrapped around Granite Sovereign's legs, sticking to stone with adhesive force that immediately began pulling the elemental off balance.
"You think you're clever," Granite Sovereign growled, trying to shift its weight to compensate for the webs. "But, none of it matters!"
