What was that thing?! There were a lot of wild beasts in the world yet Nymira had never seen something quite so imposing before. It had to be the stench, the beast smelled like a fresh burial ground after a battle, rotting flesh and all. Sickening and just plain wrong, whatever magic this Varuna was employing had no business existing. Was it some kind of void magic? Or something even worse? As the beast lumbered closer to them she could just make out the faces all over its being, watching in disgust as they seemed to cry out to the world around them, like they were trapped in that thing. If this was some kind of necromancy then it was absolutely unforgivable, especially if the souls of warriors were being used here. Anyone felled on the battle victorious or not deserved to rest in peace, anything less was an affront to Ralthor and his teachings. "You die here today Magi, you and your foul magics!" Nymira shouted angrily, poising to strike at the beast. Easier said than done though, how were they to bring down such a massive being?

"Well crap... That things kind of big..." Ethan mumbled as he watched, awestruck at the monster spewed forth from the river. Suddenly he didn't so much mind those freakish woman-slime creatures, at least those he was confident he could fight. This? Well he could certainly cut it, killing it though was another matter entirely. Their one saving grace was that it appeared to be awfully slow and lumbering, and so long as they didn't get stuck they should be able to avoid it. Magic would be the ideal way to handle it, yet he wasn't up for much more and Nymira didn't appear to be either. What about Cecil? No sooner had he considered that did a crack of lighting seemingly erupt from behind him, illuminating the dark beach as it crackled and raced through the air, hitting the creature and spreading throughout its gelatinous body. If it wasn't slow before it was now, coming even to a complete halt as it seemed to fall down to its knees, letting out a low, hollow moan. "Nice job Cecil! Looks like it felt that one!"

"Foolssss.... You cannot kill my pet! Just ssssubmit and die!" Their petty spells were not enough to hurt it, not fire nor wind or electricity! The Varuna didn't know how the boy was using lightning magic but it didn't magic, his beast was simply too big to be brought down like that. Hissing with pleasure the Varuna danced from one foot to another, elated at the idea that he'd be the one to kill these pests. "Hehehe, yesss, yesss! You shall all die, die ssssooon! Yes!" He'd be rewarded handsomely for killing these rogue Magi, yes he would! The accolades for doing what that old fool could not, and not to mention the fortune it would bring his clan. Smiling toothily as it watched its beast lumber towards the shore he was blissfully unaware at rocks being pelted his way, not noticing the first fall short whatsoever. When the second was fired however it flew further and straighter, going as far to hit him in the side of the head even. Hissing with displeasure the Varuna stumbled in his spot, rubbing at the side of his head before curling back its lips in contempt, revealing rows of sharp teeth. "Who shot at me?! Who did it?!" he cursed, stomping a foot on the water before spotting Amuné on the shore. The child eh? He'd have to be especially cruel when killing her now, how dare she hurt him!

It might have felt it, but what mattered more was it hadn't killed it. Cecil's attack put a brief stop on the monster's movements but little else, and even that was wiped away when it again rose to its feet and lumbered forth. "Tch... It wasn't enough! You have to hit it harder!" Nymira shouted as she sheathed her daggers, raising one hand again and grabbing her forearm with her other, bracing herself and channeling magic. They had to kill this things and release those souls bound to the creature, those whose faces she assumed she could now see on the beast. It was her duty as a disciple of Ralthor to free anyone trapped by the machinations of this world, even if she wasn't necessarily a priestess. With a sizable amount of magic in hand she let it loose in the form of a wide blast, enough so that it engulfed the beasts body briefly before quickly fizzling out and dying off. That attack alone brought her breathing to a labored state with her face glistening in sweat, and it hadn't even done as she'd hoped. The creature lost a little body mass as some of the gel was burned and fell off, yet it only continued to approach, seemingly undeterred by their efforts.