Ugh, it was vile. It felt like some kind of concentrated malevolence was blazing from it, some primal intelligence that wanted only to destroy. Or maybe it was just really, really ugly.
Fire had worked well on the other undead monsters around them. Rinoa tried it again, but although the weaker monsters nearby succumbed to the spell, this thing was clearly going to take some beating.
Finding itself attacked, the creature cast Stop at its nearest opponent.
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Ugh, it was vile. It felt like some kind of concentrated malevolence was blazing from it, some primal intelligence that wanted only to destroy. Or maybe it was just really, really ugly.
Fire had worked well on the other undead monsters around them. Rinoa tried it again, but although the weaker monsters nearby succumbed to the spell, this thing was clearly going to take some beating.
Finding itself attacked, the creature cast Stop at its nearest opponent.