Adam held the ball of swirling darkness in his hands, a sphere the size of a basketball, pulsing with layers of ominous colors that didn't belong in any normal spectrum.
Violet bled into scarlet, scarlet twisted into a rotting green, and it all collapsed into shadow that drank the very light around it. The magic circle beneath him pulsed in tandem with the orb.
He exhaled softly, eyes still locked on the sphere.
"Sigh... Finally."
Adam muttered.
"Took me long enough to beat this guy."
Said Adam, but moments after, he could hear someone behind him, their footsteps quiet.
Clara approached, her arms now fully healed, the bruises and ruptures across her body gone without a trace.
At this moment, she began to move towards Adam as her long black hair flowed in a dark sheen, slightly tousled from battle. Currently, she was naked as her dress had vaporized by the purple lightning that he had unleashed upon her earlier.
