As I approached, I shoved distraught and wounded men towards the sides, hopefully out of danger's path.

The beast, now viewing me with his single giant purple iris, wailed and swung powerful blast waves of dark matter in my direction.

Feeling the wind, the flow of battle, I dodged instinctively.

Energy rippled and cursed the ground, uprooting sedimentary rock that had been undisturbed for millennia.

Sending a massive entangled, deformed limb down, I dodged, jumped, and began running across its length.

The soles of my feet sensed the beast's firmness, every inch of its body felt of steel, of muscle amassed in tangles and knots, creating a taut armor-like exoskeleton, there was no piercing this beast.

The eye it is then.

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Waiting for the monster to swing its arm, I used the momentum and leaped into the air, only to come barreling down with my two daggers straight into that glaring, giant iris.

It bellowed in pain, which sent shockwaves throughout the battlefield.

I clung, as the violent beast shook, threatening to fling me to my death.

It's time boy, jump off, boy!!

And without a moment to spare, I flew off and over the beast.

Falling to my knees, I saw the awesome force of a dwarven hammer strike.

It coursed and rippled the earth, just as the monsters had, but with power all its own.

Crack.

Boom.

The crack and hum of when power meets power filled the air.

The result, is a crack in the armor of the beast, revealing a void of dark and powerful old magic that swelled and circled inside the beast's core.

As if calling me, the rune hummed and burned in my pocket.

Reaching for it, I did what came naturally.

I flung it into the core of the beast.