The atmosphere thickened with a palpable sense of impending danger as this grotesque manifestation loomed over the battleground, casting a shadow of fear and uncertainty.
Its menacing eyes were locked on Jaegar, and he felt an overwhelming oppression bearing down on him. Struggling to maintain his composure, he drew upon his last reserves of power. With a final surge of determination, the long stone sword slashed down and grazed Mara's chest, tearing the constraints he had placed upon her. The balance of power teetered on a precipice, and the outcome remained uncertain.
As the stone blade grazed her chest, driven by Jaegar's desperate move, it slashed across Mara's chest, rending her robe apart and grazing down her torso, thereby creating a gaping wound.
The stone blade tore her robe asunder, a horrifying spectacle of shredded flesh and exposed bone played out before them, a sickening and blood-curdling nightmare that twisted the very fabric of reality.