Bab 87: First Vortex

"How sad…."

Lucavion mumbled as he stepped closer, his eyes cold and mocking. "In the end, you ended up just like these…" He said, pointing to the skulls all around. "And now you are going to become my meal."

The Lesser Abyssal Wyrm, now stripped of its once-impenetrable scales, lay exposed and vulnerable before Lucavion. Its flesh, pale and almost translucent, pulsed with the last remnants of the abyssal energy that had once made it so fearsome.

Without its protective armor, the creature no longer looked like the mighty beast that had terrorized the forest. Its body was long and sinuous, covered in patches of raw, bleeding flesh where the scales had been torn away.

The Wyrm's eyes, once glowing with a malevolent light, were now dull and glazed, filled with a mixture of pain and fear.