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She already ate everything she could ingest, and the rest of his corpse was too rotten and putrid to use.

She was one knight. Clad in battered silver armor, she stood, facing the gaping maw of the abyss. It bellowed at her. She did not even flinch. She simply drew her sword, held it to her chest, and spoke The Undying Beloved’s Blessing.

“O, twine that keeps my heart together. Even in death, your golden light envelops the cracks. Bathe this blade in fire’s passionate fury, so that we may once again embrace when the task is done.”

The sword erupted in a pillar of crimson flame that grasped eagerly toward the heavens, piercing the midnight blue sky. As the geyser of fire roiled and licked, she kicked off, leaping toward the monster in the blink of an eye. She raised her left hand and wove an intricate spell, delicately pulling at the strings of Essence to cast. Her right jammed the sword straight into the beast’s brain. It reached for her with an inky black tentacle as she retreated out of its grasp into the air. The ground below erupted, the sheer heat from her sword kindling the ancient forest.

An ethereal argent aura wisped around her, falling like a thick layer of fog as she rose higher and higher into the air. Time seemed to stand still at the apex of her leap. “Rise, Ashen Wolves,” commanded the dauntless knight, as a pack of hungry, snarling Direwolves emerged around her, toothy snarls aimed at the void of fangs, tentacles, and eyes chomping intimidatingly on the ground. Encased in the smokelike fog, the knight and wolves all descended fast and hard onto the head of the monster, like a silver meteor wearing a pillar of fire as a ramming rod. When the fog cleared, the wolves had all bitten onto various parts of the amorphous creature. They growled and raked with their claws, holding on to the parts they bit like bear traps. The knight was at the top of the creature’s skull, her sword driven into its brain a second time.

“Release, and thank you,” she whispered. The whole pack of eight wolves exploded into puffs of silvery mist, melting and dissolving the monster like acid. As it screeched and writhed in pain, she cast another spell, this time glowing a warm copper. A glyph the same color appeared around her left hand. With her right, she tightened her grip on the sword. “Stone reclaim you,” said the knight, and struck the pommel. A shockwave rang out, and the glyph expanded in size as it spun and traveled down the length of the sword and then the creature’s body. The knight leaped off as the ichor underneath its scaly, leathery skin began to bubble. Starting with a bundle of froglike eyes near the head, the creature boiled and burst, releasing fountains of ichor the color of oxblood all across its gargantuan mass.

It’s time to finish this, she thought, and produced from her pack a wooden idol, carved with a relief of two guards carrying polearms at an ornate castle gate. She broke it in half, then threw each piece at either side of the monster. A battalion of ethereal castle guards armed with long spears and hacking axes rose from the dirt to surround the monster. They yelled an ancient battle cry, then proceeded to jab, stab, and slice through the creature, reducing its long, ropelike tendrils to nubs and less. The sprays of ichor splashed through their glowing green visages without substance, yet the monster very keenly felt the agony brought by their relentless attacks.

When the bundle of tentacles and teeth writhed no more, the army formed in a circle around the beast, raising their ghostly spears. Their voices echoed in a chorus of an ancient, guttural prayer, making their spears erupt in a brilliant white light, and they pierced through the remnants of the creature’s inky, mutilated skin, driving the points of their spears into the ground. As they vanished in a puff, the carcass of the fallen beast rapidly deteriorated, first becoming shriveled, then the skin becoming dust, and finally a pile of bones on top of the rubble of an epic battle. Her job done, the knight walked back the way she came, leaving a burning forest, destruction, but most importantly, the death of a soul-eating Asura in her wake.