Greg's lips curled into a cold, predatory smile as he raised his transformed staff, the crimson bone blade glistening with an eerie, pulsing light. His voice carried a note of dark, absolute certainty.
"I will take your soul now."
Adam's lips curved into a faint smile, his crimson eyes glinting with dry amusement. His voice carried a light, dismissive note.
"Sorry, but my soul's already been booked by someone else."
Greg's expression didn't waver. He lunged forward, the entity behind him surging in perfect synchronization. A wave of crimson aura erupted from the creature's form, sweeping toward Adam like a scythe of condensed blood and shadow.
Adam's body moved before his mind could catch up. [Abyssal Step] carried him through a patch of shadow, the crimson wave passing through the space where he had been standing. He emerged a few meters away, his hand already raised, dark energy gathering in his palm.
"[Abyssal Pierce]!"
