The cries of the lights were horrible. Sven felt his anxiety spike every time their song distorted with their pain. But Duo and 47 seemed to be doing good work with setting them free, so Sven focused on their attack. How much longer he could keep making arrows? Sven took another piece of his own burning life force and stretched it into a shimmering, molten projectile. With every shot he took, the fire blazing inside of him grew smaller. The jellyfish can try and cover itself, but Sven's aim is true with the Petals of Nil guiding his eyes and hand, his arrows narrow and faster than such long limbs can react to.

No, he has to keep fighting. Seeing Xue Yang and the young, knifed girl whose name Sven doesn't know rounding on the beast's underside galvanises him. Despite the muscles in his legs flaring with a completely different kind of burning sensation he keeps on running, dashing in different directions between shots as he tries to whittle down the thing's health and distract its tendrils from the others.