The Shaded Valley [ Fallen Nation of Esdara ]

The behemoth lurched over the upraised edge of the valley which was in truth a giant crater, and skidded down into the area from whence it had originated. The Myst that writhed across the valley floor was drawn to the mammoth creature's form, swarming across it. The remaining half-fractured bone structure was repaired and strengthened, and the half-finished tail was rapidly built up.. and perhaps even more disturbing, it began to form muscles and tendons crossing the expanse of that bony body, pulsing grotesquely as they stretched and twisted.

If the creature was followed, it showed no signs of being aware of that fact, and simply remained crouched, absorbing the Myst with a deep, persistent, rumbling growl that made the rock around it tremble.

Leiron saw it. He heard the apprehension in her voice, he reached out and patted the scaled on her neck doing his best to sooth her. Then he felt it, the power building in her lungs, and he knew she had steeled herself. He began to build his own magic, chanting low and quiet in draconian, the language of dragons. Magic building in his chest as though he would breath fire. A monster dwelt below, surrounded by sharp rocks an d ridges; veritable minefield for a dragon rider. He breathed in deep through the nose as he chanted, closing his eyes and relying fully upon the dragon he had known since he was a child. Me'urra Ehta, his mythril spear, gripped in his gloved hand. He patiently built up his magic, patiently building up magic to unleash the strongest magical attack he knew. Its all he could do. he watched what the monster went through outside the valley and it would take all he could to bring the beast down, allies or not it was clear it would take all they had to kill the monster.

The Dwarf had come, surprised at the ability of the creature and it's determination. Dwarves are natural sprinters, not marathon runners. Still, he once again fired an enchanted bolt from his crossbow. It would not be very damaging but would only go to show whether or not the creature was still vulnerable go anti-magical properties. Regardless, he would begin to wind up the reel of his hook after shooting the bolt, and slowly but cautiously walking over to it. 

The behemoth quickly became aware of the fact that it had been pursued, but that didn't stop it from trying to bulk itself up with the Myst around it - the thick substance continued to twist and writhe as it was absorbed by the creature, which growled threateningly at the interlopers. It wasn't going to just back down. They would be forced to destroy it. Although when it realized that mages were burning away its sustenance and druids were attempting to cleanse the earth, it lunged forward to swipe at them with a giant talon. It seemed more intelligent here in the valley, perhaps whatever was creating the Myst was now driving the behemoth?

With Leiron in a state to build magic the dragon was in charge and she knew it. While Leiron attacks would be powerful she could make them even more so. She dove into the mist charging the beast from on high, carefully dodging and dancing among the rocks. If her eyes were any weaker she would mess this up pretty badly. Finally coming up on the beast she unleashed her breath, a furious spray of liquid that upon meeting the air turned solid. Not only that but the ice expanded after latching on to the beast; any pores, cracks, crevasses or anything else the ice could squeeze into was stretched out violently and ice crystals dug into the monster's flesh.

The move would have been a fly by but alas jagged rocks grown into the air prevented her practiced maneuver, she instead would come in, launch the attack and turn tail; a much slower practice. Luckily the beast was already focused on the others in the valley.

Liz saw the powerful talon aimed straight at the mages and countered with her own attack, unleashing the mana she had built up into a powerful bolt of lightning that screamed from her blade as it hit the behemoth's talon before it could impact the mages.

She would land between the behemoth and the mages, sword and shield at the ready to attempt to block any attempt at harming them.

With a great deal of Myst having been drawn into its body, the behemoth finally seemed to be done building itself up, leaving a horrific being standing within the roiling miasma that filled the valley, a skeletal structure with ropy tendrils of muscle and tendon that looked grey and dead stretching between bones. Unlike before, the ice actually seemed to affect the behemoth, but only because it had something fleshy to be affected. The ice froze many of the muscles in place, causing the behemoth to seize up with a roar, momentarily distracting it from its swipe at the mages. Lightning slammed into its talons, causing them to crack and big chunks of black bone to chip away and crash to the ground, and the earth beneath it heaved, causing the creature to stumble and crash into the valley floor hard enough to make the earth quake.

And then a beam of holy light pierced it, searing through sickly grey flesh and blackened bone, blasting them into nonexistence. The behemoth didn't seem to feel pain, but there could be no doubting that the huge hole in its body was making things difficult. It began to draw on the Mysts once more, seeking to regenerate and repair the damage caused by the magic. But the beam of light continued to bore through it, drawing the beast into an endless cycle, whereupon it drew in Myst at a greater and greater rate to try and patch up the hole. The thick grey miasma began to pour in from all points of the valley, increasing visibility steadily as the cover overhead was cleared and allowed wan sunlight to stream into the vale. The beast struggled to its feet, lashing out toward the enemies that flew around it with its long tale full of razor-sharp bony spikes. Its quartet of limbs were focused on remaining grounded so that it wouldn't be staggered and fall over as a result of the holy beam piercing its form.

Spero flew up higher to dodge the tale. Once he is safely out of range he returns his attention to the seal. He begins to move the beam tracing it along the the creatures body burning as it goes.