Ben kept pressing the attack.
His pickaxe cleaved through another watery limb, slicing it in two, only for the pieces to surge back and reform like they had never been cut at all.
He had fought enough regenerating monsters to know nothing regenerated without a cost.
It was draining mana every time it healed.
Then, without warning, it stopped attacking.
The fluid body dashed back and leaped toward the cocoon that still swirled with light and magic.
Ben's eyes narrowed.
The cocoon pulsed once, then imploded.
BOOOOM!
A shockwave ripped across the water as the cocoon collapsed inward and forced the entire lake to erupt upward.
Rain hammered down in a sudden, heavy downpour.
Mist rose high into the air, coating everything in a glowing fog of purple mana.
Ben braced himself and raised an arm to shield his eyes.
From the mist, she stepped out.
The Lady of the Lake was no longer monstrous.
She had changed.
