Lysander hurtled through the night sky, the wind blowing at him as he charged toward the giant beast. The blue light emanating from his staff carved a path through the darkness. The massive creature form was grotesque and writhing with dark energy as it towered over the battlefield.
As he drew closer, Lysander's heart pounded in his chest. He could feel the oppressiveness of the creature's dark aura pressing down on him. But there was no turning back.
The giant beast's glowing yellow eyes followed his approach, narrowing with cold intelligence as it recognized him and the threat he pose. It let out a low, rumbling growl. Lysander tightened his grip on the staff, bracing himself for the inevitable clash.
Suddenly, the beast's movements shifted. Lysander's eyes widened as he saw its enormous jaws part revealing rows of jagged teeth. Deep within its throat an unnatural swirling energy began to gather - black and purple, coalescing into a pulsing orb.