"Down here"
A voice said causing the beast to look down and see a person whose hands held a sword. The beast felt baffled, and for the first time since its birth, it felt fear; it felt panic. The fact that it wasn't able to sense the boy's presence left the beast frustrated.
"Hoo.." Apollo breathes as he forms his stand, and as he focuses, a swarm of energy begins to emit from his body. It was a blue hazy light that seemed to resemble a flame.
"Aura?" said the obsidian beast as soon as it recognized the power that surrounded Apollo.
The hazy light combined with Apollo's bloodlust created a harmony of death and strength. This blackish-blue halo then revolves across the boy's blade, slowly corrupting the light that dwells on it.
