Then the sand parted as the Hydra's regeneration kicked in, thirty-five heads emerging one by one as the creature rebuilt itself from catastrophic damage.
The serpent's regeneration had accelerated.
Each death and resurrection makes the process slightly faster, and the Soul Link adapts to the pattern of damage.
"You're right," Pho replied, watching the Hydra regenerate with clinical detachment. "I can't locate your core when you're dispersed like this. Combat becomes ineffective against an enemy that exists in every direction simultaneously."
He raised one clawed hand, frost spreading from his fingers in branching patterns. "But you made a mistake assuming that matters."
Black ice erupted across the wasteland's surface, spreading from Pho's position in all directions.
The freezing wasn't natural.
This was Black Ice Soul, the blessed ability that made Pho's attacks deal true damage regardless of one's defense.
Where the ice touched liquid sand, it crystallized instantly.
