The Brain Pool became a Flame Pool burning with golden flames. The light was so intense that Renato's eyes, which had not seen the sun in so long, felt a little uncomfortable.
The disgusting tentacles that had emerged from the Brain Pool and pierced the Deep Dragon's entire body were now being mercilessly scorched.
They convulsed in the sea of golden fire, their surfaces charred black. Silver Blood seeped from the cracks, only to evaporate into a foul-smelling mist.
"These... these flames." Tristana's voice wavered with shock and uncertainty. "They contain Laduguer's divine power!"
The Deep Dragon's seizure-like movements did not last long. Suddenly, the tentacles extending from the Brain Pool stopped trembling in the flames and hung steadily above them, as though nothing had happened.
But all the extensive Psionics Shields surrounding the Deep Dragon vanished. Renato could clearly sense that the heart-stopping psionic power was declining exponentially.
"The Elder Brain has devoted all its psionic power to resisting the flames sent down by the Duergar Supreme God!" A gleaming Psionics Spear formed at Klauthsura's forehead, its tip aimed straight into the depths of the Brain Pool. "Now is the time to attack!"
Renato did not need the mind flayer's reminder. He was already moving.
He charged toward the dragon's flank, and the runes along his sword's spine lit up.
Fine scales overlapped in layers like exquisitely forged armor, and when the Silent Lady's point pierced them, the resistance felt like cutting into ironwood.
The Deep Dragon's seemingly soft belly hide was extraordinarily tough.
Only by throwing his full weight onto the hilt and using the momentum of his charge did he finally drive the blade through the Dragon Hide.
Once the strike landed, Renato did not press his luck. He immediately rolled out from beneath the dragon's belly,