The team dodged frantically, explosions rocking the room—BOOM-BOOM—cracking walls and pillars, blood raining down.
"We're not touching him!" Arden yelled, slashing again—SHING—the fire fizzling out midair. "Regroup—find a weak spot!"
"Easier said than done!" Gina snapped, firing another blast—BRRRRMMMM—that crumbled a pillar but left the Emperor unscathed. She dodged a tendril—WHIP—that smashed the floor, splashing blood across her mask.
The Emperor raised his staff high, the broken crown spinning faster. The reddish-black hole in the sky pulsed—THRUM—and a torrent of dark energy roared down—ROOOOAR.
Arden shouted, "SHIT! Move!" as they scattered, weaving and ducking. The wave crashed—CRASH—shaking the chamber, cracking the ceiling further, chunks of stone plummeting with THUDS. They evaded the brunt, blood sloshing wildly, but the Emperor wasn't done.
