The chimeragon blasted its elemental energy out of all three of its mouths—red fire, yellow lightning, and blue ice—all combined into one devastating beam. Meanwhile, a large dark sphere with a swirling purple aura was shot out of Miri’s staff, heading towards the elemental beam. The sphere collided with the multi-elemental energy head-on, warping them around itself before absorbing them into its center, taking all that destructive energy and returning it back to sender.
The vortex slammed directly into the chimeragon’s face, causing a brief implosion before—BOOM!
“Oh, shit, shit, shit!” Miri yelled.
Climbing as though their lives literally depend on it, Anne and Miri were finally able to reach the top of the rope, barely escaping the rising fireball from that resulting explosion. Everywhere around them, they could feel the resulting tremor from the blast rattling the floor and walls throughout the keep. Miri, Anne, and Isaiah instinctively braced themselves against the floor to resist the vibrations of the tremor, fearing that the entire keep was going to collapse on itself.
However, once the tremor had passed, a tranquil silence followed after—signifying that the battle was finally over.
The three looked at each other with shock before letting out a sigh of relief, collapsing onto the ground due to the fatigue from all that excitement.
“Holy heck! That was…that was something…” Miri commented, trying to catch her breath as she lay flat on the floor.
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“It’s over…it’s finally over…” Anne added, also trying to take a breather.
“The chimeragon…is it finally dead?” Isaiah asked, a sense of unease still lingered in his heart.
“Well, I certainly hope so! I didn’t hear it growling at us anymore at least, so I’m 99% positive that it’s dead,” Miri figured. “Though, there's only one way to know for sure.”
And that way was to go down there and check the body. After taking the long way down to the dumping room, they were able to see the chimeragon’s dead body with their very own eyes—or, at least, what was left with it. The explosion of the Void Vortex was so powerful that it quite literally tore all three of its heads off from the front of its body, with its wounds overlaid with scorch marks and singed flesh. The rotten smell of the burning corpse was so strong that it almost made them gag.
How ironic that a creature that was once created by combining different animals together was now separated upon its death? Miri was willing to bet that not even Shakespeare could come up with this kind of stuff.
Of course, the chimeragon was not the only dead body inside the dumping room. There was also Hugo Victorstein.
Isaiah stood stiffly as he gazed upon the disembowelded body of his father, his guts spilled out of his chest cavity as blood pooled around it. Miri and Anne saw how distraught the young boy was and couldn’t help but feel a sense of heaviness in the air.
Anne placed a gentle hand on the boy’s shoulder. “I’m sorry,” she said softly.
Isaiah let out a sniffle as he wiped a tear off his cheek. “It’s alright. He reaped what he sowed. It can’t be helped.”
Deep in the back of the boy’s mind, he’d wondered how differently things would have turned out if his father had simply made a different choice, one that was not consumed by paranoia and greed.
