The spears pierced the octopus's body with surgical precision, going through the slimy flesh and pinning it to the ground. The creature squirmed, its wounds spitting out a thick, dark substance. Above, the emissary of chaos let out a terrifying scream, which sounded like thousands of panicked female voices, as if dozens of souls were crying and screaming in unison. The sound reverberated throughout Lacaster, so high-pitched and desperate that it seemed to rip through the air, echoing in the ruins and in the ears of everyone who was still standing.
Even in the midst of absolute chaos, the emperor remained imposing, a figure of unshakeable strength. His eyes, intense as coals, showed an unyielding determination. He would not rest until the emissary of chaos and her monstrosity were annihilated.