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"Found it."
Corax's voice rang out amid the roar of Magma and the beast's dying howls, clear, cold, and utterly emotionless.
He had caught it: under the relentless pain of hundreds upon thousands of black wounds, the loss of vitality from its severed wings, and the torment of encroaching shadow energy, the lava beast's enormous body had revealed a fleeting but fatally exploitable instant—a reflexive defensive response when its agony exceeded what it could endure.
Now!
Corax became shadow. In the thousandth of a second when a deeper wound in the beast's abdomen sent a tearing agony beyond anything it had suffered before through its body, making its muscles spasm uncontrollably and disrupting its energy flow, he burst from a dense patch of shadow beside it, formed by chance during its own struggles.
This time, it was a lethal strike that concentrated all his will, strength, speed, and killing skill!
In Corax's hand, the black blade, shimmering with the dark luster of the void, became a solid ray of death. He aimed precisely at the rear flank of the beast's abdomen, near a relatively "weak" old wound previously cut by shadow, where the corrosive energy had yet to disperse completely, and drove it in!
Squelch!
A teeth-grating, muffled sound rose as the blade cut into the mixture of searing flesh and molten rock.
The resistance remained immense, but the force and penetrating power concentrated in the blade had reached their peak.
The blade sank deep, all the way to the guard.
Then—
Boom!!!
Scalding, viscous "blood," gleaming a dazzling golden red and hot enough to vaporize steel instantly, erupted like Magma from the forcibly widened wound, blasting out like a high-pressure jet with almost explosive