Armstrong entered a final frenzy, each of his attacks imbued with madness. Blood-red tentacles lashed onto players, not only causing massive damage but also inflicting curses of mental insanity, or even exploding directly. There was no longer any chance for orderly tactical deployment—it was now a race against time where either the Nightmare fell, or everyone perished. Tiffany ceased giving any orders, her arrows flying one by one towards the Nightmare, tracing a clear arc through the air.
Claudia launched her third attack; she no longer bore a human visage. Her once smooth, porcelain-like face was now covered with fine scales, and the sound she emitted from her throat was no longer a growl but the roar of a dragon. It clashed with the howls of the Nightmare in the sky. The Emerald Dragon soared through the heavens, and the artifact entwined with the storm also transformed with her figure in the green light, looking utterly fitting in those giant claws.
