The carrier pigeon arrived with a message from Professor Mobley. "My calculations show that the Entity is weakening," the note read. "It has created too many spawn. With the death of the spawn, thanks to you two and other Hunters, it is losing force. If you can defeat it... you know the consequences."
I looked at Logan. "We've been planning this for years," I said. "Are you ready?"
"I'm ready," Logan replied, hefting his sword. I drew my dagger and we proceeded to the River. "Okay, you scum!" Logan growled. "Show yourself... for the last time!"
A huge, foul thing, an amorphous cloud that seemed to radiate evil, rose from the water. It silently gestured with a limb for us to approach. I remembered the description of the Tarrasque in a book I read as a child. This thing looked like the water-living version of the Tarrasque.
"Charge!" Logan howled, raising his sword and charging, seemingly recklessly, in a move we had practiced many times. As we had planned, the Entity moved towards him. I slipped sideways and sunk my dagger deeply into the black mass. A shudder ran through it, and as it rotated to face the new threat, Logan's sword came down in a tremendous arc, striking into the heart of the Entity.
The air itself seemed to be rent as the Entity began its death throes. Just to make sure, Logan raised his sword and struck another tremendous blow as I stabbed my dagger into it again. The mass seemed to dissolve, and a blackness rose into the atmosphere. The air we breathed suddenly seemed pure.
"We did it!" I squealed. "Professor Mobley was right! Six years ago, one blow wouldn't have finished it off."
"This calls for a celebration," Logan said with a grin. He scooped me up in his strong arms and carried me to a nearby meadow. The sun shone brightly down. Logan stripped off my skimpy outfit and laid my naked body down gently on the grass.
