THE DOOR
Its musculature was warped and bulging, pulsing with the erratic, volatile energy of corrupted mana.
The Vanguard warriors had it bound in thick, heavy chains forged from iridescent metal, but the beast was thrashing with a desperate, mind-shattering ferocity. It threw two of the warriors against the polished wooden walls, its chaotic purple eyes blazing with a blinding, erratic light.
Mwajuma’s Battle IQ instantly assessed the room. The beast was cornered. Its mana was unstable, leaking from its pores in hissing, purple sparks. It was preparing to detonate itself, just like the Mana-Ghoul she had fought in the hollow tree.
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