Renato charged in front of the dragon and swung the Silent Lady, slicing through the flesh of its forelimb and scoring its bone.
The dragon scales and hide that had once seemed indestructible now tore beneath the magical longsword like ordinary flesh.
Scales that had chipped countless blades peeled away one by one. Even the dragon blood was no longer bright red, but a dull purple.
Gattholex really must have been dead. After the dragon soul faded and the body fused with the Elder Brain, even the once faintly glowing scales had lost their luster.
Not far away, a slender figure climbed onto a sloping wall of chitin.
Tristana loudly cursed the aberration before her in Elvish. Lolth's divine power became invisible venomous needles that pierced the exposed brain.
Her Adamantine Whip lashed the dragon's back, ringing out like hammer blows on iron.
Though the Serpent-Head Whip still could not damage the scales, its serpents savaged the tendrils sprouting from the dragon's body, injecting venom into its silver blood.
The Elder Brain Dragon could not deploy psionics to defend itself with spells, because the Silent Lady was relentlessly attacking its limbs.
Rage flooded Renato's arms with blood, his muscles bulging. His blade rained down on the dragon's limbs like a furious storm, scattering flesh and shattered scales.
He held nothing back and took no breathers. Every swing carried his full strength, every strike his determination to kill.
The bones of the Deep Dragon's forelimbs were already exposed, and the tendons in its hind legs were snapping.
The dragon swept its claws at him, the blades on its digits cleaving down with a whistle.
Renato did not dodge. He raised his longsword across his body and summoned Shadow Shield.
Claws as sharp as two-handed cleavers tore through the shadow barrier. A