weakness
Elwin held the long sword Andraste firmly, his eyes resolute. Every ounce of strength surging within him was telling him that this was a battle that would change fate. Eli's enormous figure loomed in and out of sight in the firelight, its demonic eyes flickering with cunning and cruelty. Every one of its attacks sent chills down the spine. But Elwin and his comrades did not falter; instead, they showed an uplifting fighting spirit amid the danger.
"We must find its weak point!" Elwin yelled, his voice echoing in the wind. He looked through the battlefield's smoke and flames, fixating on Eli's chest. There, a huge diamond sparkled with an odd light, seemingly containing some sort of power. That power was key to sustaining Eli's existence.
"Perhaps we should focus our attack there!" Cassidy suggested, her eyes gleaming with the light of battle. Her long sword shone brightly, as if responding to a call from within her heart.