You can't cut a being made of pure light with an ordinary piece of steel, but the Prime Master didn't mind using its sword to prove it.
The ten foot tall silhouette of solid gold descended through the caving stone ceiling, its massive broadsword of compressed, humming black nectar cutting a sharp arc through the air.
The sheer weight of its presence made the rubbery, deep red floorboards of the Leviathan's heart groan beneath the pack's boots.
"Keep back!" Raven shouted, his twin daggers blurring as he lunged toward the entity's left flank.
Megan moved with him, her sword tracing a low strike aimed at the creature's knee joint.
The Prime Master didn't even bother to swing its massive blade at them.
With a lazy, dismissive flick of its left hand, it projected a heavy telekinetic wave of golden force.
The invisible shockwave caught both scouts dead in the chest, lifting them off their feet and throwing them twenty yards across the wet, pulsing tissue of the heart.
