The Construct's Intent

The next attack came without pause. His claws arced through the air, wreathed in an eerie, emerald glow that twisted and pulsed with a sinister life of its own. The corrupted abyssal energy lashed out like a serpent striking its prey, the tendrils lengthening unnaturally, aiming to ensnare Lassim in their grasp. 

Lassim barely managed to bring his halberd up in time, the weapon catching the first tendril with a deafening clash that reverberated through the battlefield. Sparks of violet and green energy cascaded from the impact, the opposing forces tearing at the air itself.

Lassim twisted his grip, channeling a surge of his fused mana into the weapon, but another tendril lashed toward his legs, faster than his eye could track.

It struck, searing pain radiating through his thigh as it coiled around him, pulling him off balance. Nalzerak closed the distance instantly, his mirage-like form flickering and reforming just inches away.