Marcus fired again, the bullets streaking like fiery comets, aimed straight at the wyrm's glittering crystalline eyes.
But it was no use.
A sudden, forceful stream of water erupted, intercepting the bullets midair. The shots sizzled and evaporated instantly, swallowed by the pressurized torrent before they could even graze the beast's scales.
The wyrm's water stream wasn't just a random attack—it originated from a narrow slit directly between its eyes, a built-in high-powered nozzle. This small, almost inconspicuous opening unleashed a relentless blast, fed directly from the vast subterranean lake beneath them. It was a natural weapon honed by evolution—impossible to outlast in a prolonged fight.
"It's catching up!" Cynthia's voice cracked with urgency as she tightened her grip on Marcus, the wind magic struggling to carry their soaked bodies swiftly away from the advancing menace.
