Back at the wasteland…
Yaz's body ached with every breath, his golden runes flickering dimmer with each pulse. The great beast before him – part shadow, part bone – lurched with a guttural snarl. Its giant antlers scraped the low-hanging mist with fresh blood trailing down from its tip.
No, it wasn't its blood. It was Yaz's.
Yaz, on the other hand, remained standing, but broken. Blood oozed from his stomach and different parts of his body. His face was contorted with pain, yet with trembling hands, he conjured another wave of light. The ball of light pulsated as it grew larger and larger.
But the creature didn't give him time to finish growing the ball and lurched forward, its antlers positioned, ready to ram into Yaz with them once more.
Seeing this, Yaz flung the incomplete ball forward and it landed on the creature.
