Azalea glanced toward the roiling Deathmist and spoke calmly, her voice steady but serious.
"Remember—this one is far stronger than the last. It's already merged with one of my soul fragments."
I nodded, fully aware of what that meant. This wouldn't be like the previous fight.
Lowering my gaze, I checked my Essence reserves.
It was filling up quickly.
"Silver."
He gave a sharp screech and instantly took to the skies.
The Deathmist churned violently, writhing in unnatural patterns. A thunderous roar echoed through the pocket space Azalea had created. From within the swirling mass, a monstrous form began to rise.
Three serpentine heads emerged, each far larger than Azalea's true form, and each bearing slight but terrifying differences.
The body that followed was a grotesque imitation of a serpent, with mist trailing from its scales like smoke off dying embers. Its sheer size dwarfed everything else in the space.
Azalea's expression turned grim.
