My eyes traced the massive form of Tiamat—her colossal wings spread wide, each exuding a different form of chaos. I scanned her, taking in every detail, every weakness, and every possible point of attack. It was clear; attacking her directly was a waste. Her body was massive, impervious. We needed to be more strategic.
"Lyan," I called, my voice cutting through the din. He looked at me, his purple-tinged eyes narrowing. "Forget her body. We target her weak points—the eyes, and the base of her wings. If we can cripple her summoning, she's done."