As the moment of truth arrived, I dismissed my dual blades, the metal vanishing into my inventory with a soft chime.
In their place, I summoned the heavy glaive. Its weight was significant, a reassuring anchor in the chaos.
I knew I needed the devastating kinetic force of a heavy polearm if I were to stand any chance of shattering that bastard's legendary defences.
I pushed the chariot's engines to their absolute redline. The massive vessel groaned under the strain as I pushed it to its maximum velocity, a literal comet of steel and magic hurtling through the sky.
I didn't hold anything back; I mobilised every warrior on deck, barking orders for them to man the auxiliary ballistae and mana-cannons. We were no longer a scouting party; we were a localised extinction event.
I knew the math. I had exactly one opening—one singular, explosive window of opportunity. If I failed to end him now, he would retreat, fortify, and raise his guard to heights I couldn't breach again.
