Deep purple breath poured from the dragon's mouth like liquefied shadow.
Nightmarish clouds of spores swirled within its breath. Wherever it passed, rock crumbled and weathered away, and chitin walls curled like paper and rotted.
A deep furrow was plowed into the ground. Even the air became thick with filth, making it difficult to breathe.
The instant the breath swept over the halberd-wielding duergar ahead, their armor rotted along with their flesh, then collapsed into fragments.
An orc warrior tried to block it with his battle axe. Though the breath failed to kill the powerful orc outright, the spores that followed seeped throughout his body. His flesh festered, countless mushrooms sprouted from him, then peeled away in layers to expose stark white bones.
The hobgoblins did not even have time to scream before their bodies swelled and burst within the breath, turning into clouds of deadly spores.
Brown spore clouds spread, and life withered wherever they drifted.
Fortunately, Renato and the others were far enough away that the Deep Dragon's breath did not reach them.
But the poisonous wave of spores still surged toward their faces.
A golden divine spell shield kept the toxic clouds at bay, crackling without pause.
Their enemy had the advantage of terrain. Letting it continue breathing would only put them at a greater disadvantage.
Amid the scattering dust, Renato was the first to rush out, charging toward the Deep Dragon.
His boot soles struck the ground, thick with foul-smelling bloody sludge, and he accelerated with every step.
Renato was not surprised by the failure of Klauthsura's plan. He had even suspected it beforehand. An Elder Brain with such grand ambitions would never be defeated so easily.
Tristana followed behind him. The female drow formed a Guiding Bolt in her hand, aimed at the dragon's head,