The final boss was riddled with holes, his shadowy form leaking dark essence like ink from a punctured vial.
This vulnerability came only because Aaron was toying with him, drawing out the fight for his own amusement amid the dim, echoing arena.
But with the female boss dead, her lifeless form sprawled in a pool of melting ice and fading shadows, Aaron realized it was time to wrap things up.
A sense of finality settled over him, sharpening his focus like a blade honed to perfection.
With Dragon Forge now returned to his hand, its weight familiar and reassuring in his grip, Aaron made a diagonal cross strike with his weapons.
The blades sliced through the air in a graceful arc, causing two deep slashes across the boss's chest that glowed with residual energy.
The boss groaned in pain, a guttural sound echoing from the depths of his writhing shadows.
He tried to escape again, tendrils of darkness reaching out desperately to pull him into the void.
