Mumduos thrashes in the green-purple haze, choosing bulk over spellwork. His wings beat the fumes aside, but the sweep slashes his own muzzle, and he snarls through fresh claw marks. The mountain’s seam flares under his panic.
Mumduos
No, no, why will it not hold? What did you do to the air?
He lunges again, heavy limbs gouging basalt, trying to crush the distance between them. The failed magic has turned him wild, and every wild step drives him closer to the seam Huarti is meant to claim.
Mumduos
Stand still. Break, then. Break!
Huarti
His spellcasting is gone. Now he only has weight, rage, and the seam.
The Obsidian Dragon braces against the mountain pulse, watching for Huarti’s move. Above them, the torn portal gutters with heat as Mumduos lowers his shoulders for another brutal charge.
If Huarti stops this rush, the mountain’s soul stays in his grasp. If Mumduos gets past him, the seam may take the demon’s will instead.