As the party unleashed their coordinated assault on the Hydra's fiery head, Zane's arrows and Jackie's ice lances flew toward their mark. It seemed like a perfect plan—until the Hydra's serpentine necks moved with a terrifying speed, intercepting the incoming projectiles. The arrows and lances struck the tough, leathery skin of the serpent but failed to pierce it, leaving no more than superficial scratches.
Before they could react to this unexpected defense, the same head that had thwarted their attacks released a noxious cloud of poisonous fog. The party was engulfed in the toxic mist, their vision blurring and throats constricting. Each breath felt like inhaling daggers, and their limbs grew heavy and unresponsive.
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