Nightmare (3)
The chaotic tendrils writhed in defiance, twisting and coiling around the beam of light like serpents threatened by a divine spear.
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A deafening battle cry, a cacophony of screeches and growls, resonated from the rift, a testament to the entity's fury at being denied its prey.
The cavern rumbled, the remaining portions of the ceiling threatening to collapse. Dust swirled, momentarily obscuring the scene as the woman pushed her power to its limit, channeling every ounce of her being into the purifying light.
"Argh!!"
With a final, agonizing scream, the rift tore open wider, tendrils of emerald green, obsidian black, and other sickly hues reaching out with desperate hunger. But the woman's resolve was absolute.
"He is not a pawn," she whispered, her voice resonating with a power that defied the limitations of words.