A claw the size of a thunderhead, each talon forged from living runes, plunged downward toward Jared.
Space itself buckled around the blow, contracting inwards as though the entire floor meant to grind the intruders into dust.
"Together!" Jared shouted.
He understood there could be no retreat; only by defeating the polluted spirit could they reach the tower heart and free everyone trapped within. Steel met storm in the blink of an eye, and the battle erupted into a white-hot frenzy.
Drawing on the full might of the tower, the corrupted spirit fought with terrifying breadth. Spatial prisons, suppressive runic cages, raw waves of energy, each technique arrived fresh and merciless, every one devastating.
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