[ When Prompto shoots, Trahearne joins in with arcs from his torch-turned-Caladbolg, and at some point, the energies meld.
As Kralkatorrik widens his mouth again, nightmarish purple energy swirling inside, but the attack connects. There's a physical reaction this time--its head slowly whips to the side from the impact. The crystal breath never comes.
With one last rumble and roar, its head slowly retreats, and the swirl of nightmare eventually dissipates back into the clouds.
Trahearne remains at the ready for a moment, eyes still trained upward, just in case it comes back. But the sky is still. ]
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As Kralkatorrik widens his mouth again, nightmarish purple energy swirling inside, but the attack connects. There's a physical reaction this time--its head slowly whips to the side from the impact. The crystal breath never comes.
With one last rumble and roar, its head slowly retreats, and the swirl of nightmare eventually dissipates back into the clouds.
Trahearne remains at the ready for a moment, eyes still trained upward, just in case it comes back. But the sky is still. ]
...I think we did it.