Our battle continued.
"Ice Make: Ice Lances."
My hands moved together, forming a large blue magic circle. From it, icy lances flew into the air, brimming with intense frosty energy and power.
The Chimera, no longer timid, used its powerful claws and sturdy body to easily shatter my ice lances. Moving like the wind, I appeared near it and drove a powerful wind arrow into its stomach—a cutting, destructive force. This action brought me dangerously close to the beast. Predictably, it used its paw to try to crush me while a poisonous gas began emanating from the serpent head on its back.
Fortunately, my Borg was already activated, preventing any damage and keeping the gas at bay. The wind surrounding me dispersed the poison gently. Even as I remained embedded in the ground, a new idea struck me.
