947 The Plan Against the Wardens

A surge of dark energy shot from the staff, engulfing the elephant in a shadowy aura before the aura turned into tendrils that were seemingly made out of smoke. The beast let out a deafening roar as its movements slowed, its strength sapped by the dark magic that was used with the spell. The thin man continued to channel his spell, his eyes glowing with malevolent power.

The elephant tried to struggle and rip the tendrils apart, but it was unable to do so in a short period of time. 

Meanwhile, the tall man recovered from the elephant's blow and charged back into the fray. With renewed vigor, he resumed his assault, his saber striking true and deep, exploiting the weakened state of the monster. Piece by piece, the elephant's scales fell away, revealing its vulnerable flesh beneath.