The spider is damaged enough that Cullen decides to leave it to the bulk of his people and the guards. He grabs the attention of his three most experienced remaining templars. "We have to help the mages! It's over there!"
The air distorts and flickers, revealing a spread of spindly limbs and a gliding, looming shape closing on the small group. "Smite it! Do it now!"
In rapid succession, four blinding white columns of light rain down on the demon with concussive force, temporarily cutting its connection to the Fade and sheering through its very essence. Its cloak drops away to reveal it in full. It tries to retreat into thick undergrowth.
Despite being dizzied after his effort, Cullen doggedly follows, as do the other three templars. He channels lyrium into his sword to whittle further away at its power with each blow. He can only hope the spider behind them doesn't rally or kill more of their people while they pursue this other threat.
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The air distorts and flickers, revealing a spread of spindly limbs and a gliding, looming shape closing on the small group. "Smite it! Do it now!"
In rapid succession, four blinding white columns of light rain down on the demon with concussive force, temporarily cutting its connection to the Fade and sheering through its very essence. Its cloak drops away to reveal it in full. It tries to retreat into thick undergrowth.
Despite being dizzied after his effort, Cullen doggedly follows, as do the other three templars. He channels lyrium into his sword to whittle further away at its power with each blow. He can only hope the spider behind them doesn't rally or kill more of their people while they pursue this other threat.