The Mother of Flesh roared angrily and lashed out with its meaty tendrils, viciously swatting the wooden barrels the young Magi had thrown at her.
It was a creature of pure instincts, so it did the first thing that came to mind - destroy the projectiles hurled at it.
But that was what spelled its doom.
As the barrels shattered mid-air, they exploded into splinters, releasing a dark-green liquid that burst forth like a volley of firecrackers, instantly drenching a large portion of the abomination's body.
Seeing the grim liquid covering the fleshy surface of the monster, a dark smile appeared on Eleiney's face.
"Tell me how that tastes, monster," she said. "I concocted it with a lot of care."
The Mother of Flesh froze for a moment, then its entire humongous body shuddered.
Where the dark-green substance touched, its tendrils began to wither and rot, sizzling as steam rose from the necrotizing flesh.
