Oh crap. Lucian recognized the signs of an AOE attack. He immediately leaped off the Wyrm's back, using another burst of [Crimson Shadow Step] to put distance between them.
KA-BOOOOOOM!
An explosion of fire, magma, and razor-sharp obsidian shards erupted outwards from the Wyrm's entire body, engulfing the area where Lucian had been standing. The ground melted, rock vaporized.
Lucian landed lightly fifty meters away, watching the aftermath. That would have hurt, even with his defenses.
The Wyrm uncoiled, shaking its head, its armor slightly scorched but largely intact. It glared at Lucian, then charged again, seemingly unfazed.
"Stubborn beast," Lucian clicked his tongue. He met the charge, but this time, he didn't try to overpower its armor directly. He danced around it, using his superior speed. He stabbed at joints between the plates, deflected its snapping maw with the spear shaft, kicked debris into its eyes.
