Adam didn't waste a second. As the Abyssal Kraken thrashed on the rocks, tangled in its own harpoon-lines, Adam drew in a deep, mana-charged breath. The air around his maw shimmered with chaotic energy—the precursor to Stormrend.
But the Dungeon Lord wasn't finished. With a guttural, bubbling shriek, it began to violently contract its body again, not to escape the blades this time, but to snap the taut silk lines by sheer brutal force. The Umbral Silk creaked, and one of the daggers embedded in a tentacle began to tear loose.
«OH NO YOU DON'T!» Ignis yelled, her draconic pride stung. She swooped down, not with a focused beam, but with a continuous, torrential stream of fire from her maw, washing over the Kraken's writhing form. «STAY! STILL! YOU'RE GETTING COOKED ALIVE!» The smell of burnt rubber and seafood filled the cavern.
