Ben kept pressing the attack His pickaxe cleaved through another watery limb, slicing it in two—only for the pieces to surge back and reform like they'd never been cut at all.
But Ben had fought enough regenerating monsters to know the truth—nothing regenerated without a cost.
It was draining mana every time it healed..
Then, without warning, it stopped attacking.
The fluid body dashed back, leaping toward the cocoon still swirling with light and magic.
Ben's eyes narrowed. The cocoon pulsed once—then imploded.
BOOOOM!
A shockwave ripped across the water as the cocoon collapsed inward, forcing the entire lake to erupt upward. Rain hammered down over the area in a sudden, torrential downpour. Mist rose high into the air, coating everything in a glowing fog of purple mana.
Ben braced himself, arm shielding his eyes. And from the mist—she stepped out.
The Lady of the Lake, No longer monstrous. She had changed.
