At that moment, Adam felt a massive surge of mana gathering—a dense, churning pressure that made the air itself grow heavy. His crimson eyes snapped toward the source.
The demon mages had formed a tight circle, their hands raised, their voices rising in a unified chant. A sphere of destructive crimson energy was forming above them, pulsing with unstable, violent light. It drew power from the fallen both human and demon corpses scattered across the battlefield, their lingering life force being drained and funneled into the growing sphere of annihilation.
Adam tilted his head, his eyes glinting with amusement. "You have no hearts at all, do you? Using your own fallen comrades as fuel for your attack. That so evil."
The lead mage's lips curled into a grim, desperate smile. His voice rose above the chant.
"[Scarlet Symphony of Destruction]!"
