Toymaker.
The bloodworm's roar echoed through the battlefield, a terrifying screech that reverberated like a chorus of hellish cries.
It twisted and contorted, sprouting grotesque arms from its writhing sides—an abomination morphing into something even more monstrous.
The newly formed limbs lashed out, seeking to crush anything in their path.
With a swift, instinctive leap, Riley dodged to the side, his body moving with the precision of a seasoned fighter. His eyes, sharp and calculating, never left the beast as he rolled across the ground, his hands already in motion.
Cards flew from his fingers with the speed of deadly arrows, each one embedding itself deep into the bloodworm's soft, vulnerable flesh.
The beast's once-impenetrable carapace had been shattered earlier, leaving it exposed—a living target waiting to be torn apart.