The Chains descended onto the monster's armored skull with a concussive crack that flattened a wide ring of ancient grass.
Shredded bark exploded from the surrounding pines as violent recoil vibrated straight through both of Hajin's forearms and shoulders.
The towering obsidian horns bowed toward the gravel, but the four-Shard abomination refused to collapse beneath the initial celestial strike.
Its four pitch-black Shards flared simultaneously with dark light, a massive taloned arm the size of a door sweeping out of the swirling dust.
Hajin hauled desperately upon the divine links, diving beneath the whistling claws by the narrowest imaginable margin.
He landed in a low combat crouch directly across its broad, muscular back, the dense sinew shifting menacingly beneath his feet.
'Its armored hide is far too dense for blunt impacts... I need a lethal vulnerable seam.'
'If I cannot crack the plating from above, I will tear its windpipe out from behind.'
