As the mist swirled around, the Hydra stood tall, a monstrous guardian forged from the fusion of dark magic and a patch of dried skin from the legendary Lernean Hydra. Its presence alone sent shivers through the surrounding area, dispersing the mist around the Hightower mages.
With a deft wave of his hand, Eisenhart directed the Lernean Hydra Terror Construct to lower itself, facilitating his swift ascent onto its back.
"Join me up here! We need to retreat now!" Eisenhart urgently called to his comrades. The wind shield protecting them from the encroaching mist began to diminish, succumbing to the corrosive influence of the Dream Realm.
"Thank you!" expressed one of his comrades, conveying gratitude as he promptly leaped onto the Terror Construct's back. The remaining mages followed suit.