Strike.

You slowly bend your knees, ready to leap. She's seen you use this technique before. In this moment, she's never looked more afraid. She already was concerned as to whether or not she'd be able to avoid the next strike, but upon considering your ability to warp space in bursts of movement, her skin turns even more pale than usual. Your weapon shines so bright that it outdoes the work of the crystals that illuminate the chamber. Even the great eye above squints with earthy lids, and its tendrils reel back. Finally, you take in an incredible breath, and at its apex, you hold. You pause. You wait. Then, you strike.

You're gone in an instant. Gwynevere pulls up her weapon and gasps in panic.

Lauo makes perfect contact. In the air, using the momentum of your Bunny Hop, you thrust your mighty blow straight into the eyeball of Seno'nojoch. While your disappearance was silence, the attack becomes anything but. Not only is there a crackle and explosion, as if you were a mighty god of thunder, but the eldritch creature's roar of pain and rage becomes so intense that all below are **** to their knees with hands upon their heads. You remain focused, however, driving the weapon all the way inside, and the **** continues straight out the other end. There's only a short delay before the stalagmite shatters. The eye tears open like a window, to where you can see the other side past winding trails of pink lightning. Rock formations behind it are both scorched and pierced. You've left behind complete destruction in the wake of your attack. Even the tendrils dissolve, and as you fall to your feet where the great eye once loomed, all goes unnervingly silent for a lengthy moment.

Gwynevere stares at your back in awe. "Why did you--?"

Though it isn't quiet for long. Once again, the voice of Seno'nojoch emerges, but now when the world around you shakes, debris falls from crackles in the rock. "I am... disappointed!" it roars. "I am furious!"

"And I'm not done. I'll keep striking until you're dead from the inside," you say. "What say you to that?"

"What is your name, mortal man?" he asks.

"Kyle Warren," you answer.

"Hero King!" shouts Niki from the side.

"... Hero King Kyle Warren. You are strange. You carry with you scents that confuse me. And you enter my domain, and insult me with your impudence. Somehow, you move like a cat, and leap like a rabbit. You shine brighter than the sun. I find your soul to be most foul. It is disgusting to have you within me."

"A lot of insults coming from the guy I just shattered to bits with a shortsword," you reply. "Where are you going with this?"

"Do you truly believe you could slay me as you are?"

"Do you want to find out?"

Everything once again falls silent, and one again it's unsettling. Nothing more is said for perhaps a full minute or more, but nobody wishes to speak either. Then suddenly, the ground rumbles. Water pours down from above with far more power than at any point previously. It's difficult to remain on your feet. Then suddenly, after a great wave comes towards you, everything blurs. You're throw up, down, and all around, until you see a light ahead.

The warmth of it nears. You look around to see your allies are present as well.

Then suddenly, you crash through the water and out the other side. It feels at first like you've fallen in, but the opposite has actually occurred. You perception of what's up and what's down is twisted, and suddenly you're hit by air. You breathe deeply as you're launched out from the sea, over the waves, and towards an unknown shore. Slowly, you, your allies, and all your belongings rush up on the coast, though it isn't one you recognize. The sand isn't pure gold and heat from the sun is ordinary, but at least you're on dry land once again.