On the sky, Jack and the others tussled with the eldritch beholder. The ones who could do any meaningful damage were Arlcard, Therras, and Spark.
Broidrireg's spells were useless. He had to resort to becoming a tank for his four allies. A role that he was neither good at nor fond of. He kept his body close to the eldritch beholder and used his claws and fangs to keep the eldritch beholder's attention on him. He kept on getting hit by eldritch beholder's spells in return, but he endured.
Jack was the same. He regretted using the Lightning God Incarnation. All his lightning attacks were as if sinking to a bottomless well before they touched the eldritch beholder. He had been told about the eldritch beholder's anti-magic ability, but he thought the divine skill could somehow trump that ability as Hope's Light did.