Pho's clawed hands struck Granite Sovereign's reforming body, each blow dealing forty-five percent true damage that bypassed the elemental's stone defenses.
Black ice spread from every impact point, freezing granite from the inside out, creating structural weaknesses that the other creatures exploited.
The fight had become attrition warfare in its purest form.
Granite Sovereign dealt massive damage to enemies that regenerated faster than they could be permanently destroyed.
The blessed earth elemental is burning through power reserves at unsustainable rates to maintain the weapons and terrain manipulation necessary to keep fighting.
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The castle gates stood forty feet tall, carved from volcanic rock shaped by generations of Iron Soot Clan smiths.
It was striking to look at, like a beautiful object that people gawked at.
Intricate patterns covered the surface. Hammers striking anvils, flames consuming metal, the transformation of raw ore into finished weapons.
