Michael was running toward the group, his eyes fixed on Jakub’s severed head that was locked in an expression of fear.Lance roared and launched himself at the monster, but his attack was slow, far slower than any attack Michael had ever seen him make, and the creature caught his blade with its hand and slammed a fist into his helmet sending him skidding across the ground.The others started to attack it too, with Davi throwing the geologist toward the statue before turning to face the creature with his bastard sword.In spite of their ferocity they were only managing to deal superficial wounds that leaked small trails of yellow ichor. As it absorbed these blows it would bat away the more potentially damaging ones with ease and follow up with slashes of its own. Michael saw Pyotr lose a hand as he attempted to dodge backward from one of its slashes. Davi’s chestplate was split and a deep wound carved into his chest. Crick was attempting to keep the beast from closing in on Marcus and Ollie, but was also batted aside, his spear split in two as he attempted to block the blow.Michael ran as fast as his legs could move him, he still heard the voice of Seras speaking.~Champion~devote~consecrate~sanctify~strike~This was different from when he'd tried before exiting the bubble. As he reached the fight and began healing those that the monster had damaged, he started to speak, his words seeming to thrum with strength and power that reverberated from his soul outwardly throughout the cavern.“I devote this fight to Seras, The Lady of Iron!”He felt the heat in his hand spread through his entire body and the blade of his sword began to flicker with flame, the same kind he’d seen when he’d been fighting in the rift. As he closed in on the monster, those flickers became a bright golden flame.The monster turned to him and shrieked as the golden light emanating from Michael began to touch him. It ignored (...)