Azuna's palm pressed forward, and the blood-earth chains twisted with a mind of their own, more jutting out of the ground and finding their target. They coiled tighter and erupted in violent crimson thorns that pierced through the wyrm's wings and wrapped around its limbs like executioner's ropes.
The lances struck next. One by one, they slammed into the wyrm's body, fiery decoys meant to distract and wound. The real one buried itself right into the wyrm's side, exploding with a thunderous roar that blew away a chunk of its armor-plated flesh. The wyrm bellowed, twisting in agony, completely not expecting an attack of this magnitude.
Blood poured out of its wings, which Damon happily absorbed, not even leaving behind a single lick of it.
At the same time, Azuna whispered something in a tongue lost to time. The blood orb in her hand shot forward towards the wyrm, and even though the wyrm erected a shield to protect itself, it was of no use.
