Flapping his enormous wings, Minos launched a barrage of wing-shaped energy attacks toward Omus.
Each swing of his wings sent arcs of raw, destructive power streaking through the battlefield, their forms mimicking sharp, celestial blades. The sheer magnitude of the strike reverberated through the air as his massive dragon body twisted in agile movements, orchestrating a relentless assault on his opponent.
Omus, already pressured by the coalition of forces surrounding him, found himself increasingly cornered. The undead minions raised earlier by Abby were dwindling rapidly; nearly half of them had already succumbed, disintegrated by the devastating clash of energies between Minos and Omus. Yet, their sacrifice was far from in vain. Each fallen undead entity had forced him to divert part of his energy to defend or strike them down, momentarily relieving some pressure on Minos. This tactic, though costly, steadily ate away at Omus' stamina, forcing him further into the defensive.
