The Tyrant Mire-King was in terrible shape; its massive form swayed as one eye socket lay ruined and its cracked, armored hide oozed blood.
While the creature's six legs trembled and its movements grew sluggish, it was still standing and fighting.
It was admirable, but idiotic.
The final push toward the creature's death began as the bears closed in from three sides, and the Rift-Sprites unleashed a volley of lightning that struck the creature's large body, burning away scales and flesh.
The skeletal warriors targeted the soft tissue behind the Tyrant's legs and the gaps in its armor, while the shadow guardians' lances pierced its wounds.
The last to hit were the spectral mages, who raised their staves, their mana-charged weapons glowing with an eerie light, and fired a volley of stone bullets that struck the Tyrant's chest, cracking its ribs and puncturing its lungs.
