The party fought for their lives against the abomination freed from its chains. Noxital was the first to fall against the creature’s prismatic magical attacks. Sanora riddled the thing from beyond with arrows shot with surgical precision. Xirric kept the creature busy and vulnerable to his allies’ attacks, while Gurt revived Noxital and boosted the party’s attacks with his songs. Splurg reached into his bag and threw an axe at it.
Upon reviving, Noxital used a power that severely weakened the creature, turning its deadly barbed tentacles brittle and ineffective, which likely saved the party from certain doom. Sanora continued to rain arrows upon it and Xirric tangled with it up close. Splurg reached into his bag and threw a pair of boots at it. He missed.
The abomination’s wounds began to glow and steam. Xirric could hear a whisper: “Release me…” The magical vortex tossed the party around, wounding it and them. Gurt tried to insult it, but it wasn’t listening to him. Splurg reached into his bag and threw an anvil at it, though he could barely lift the thing. He missed.
The creature was badly wounded. Its wounds glowed with power and magical smoke seeped from them. Splurg reach into his bag and pulled out a giant-sized warhammer. He struggled to get it upright, and just let it fall on the abomination…