The Devourer's throat exploded. The surrounding darkness pulsed with energy as the creature let out a deafening roar.
In that moment of chaos, the ground trembled, and a blinding light emerged from the remnants of its throat, signaling the end of its reign of terror.
Octavia came out of it, riding the water that flowed out as her barrier melted in the heat. She landed fifty feet away on a spread of tentacles that held her weight.
With a fierce determination in her eyes, she steadied herself and focused on the creature's remnants, where the light began to take shape. She felt the kind of pain that one experiences after being inside a Mythic creature.
She was breathing hard, her armor was cracked, and she had a real smile on her face that was clearly the result of someone who had expected to live through this but wasn't sure. The air around her sparkled as she called on the last of her strength to push through the tiredness that felt like a thick fog.
