Drol didn't scream when he got folded by the spatial force, as he died on the spot, and the only sound present was his body popping like an overripe pimple.
Bones warped inward like a crumpled tin can, blood spraying out in a fine mist, then freezing mid-air as space buckled and refused to let gravity have its say.
Adam's smile throughout the whole process. As his eyes shimmered with golden glee under the heavy dark of his black sclera.
More curious than ever as he began to use weird new ability to manipulate magic freely without condition or say, as if he was a spirit.
He held one hand in front of him, fingers twitching ever so slightly, as the Astrum thickened like invisible threads drawn taut around him.
Neutral as it was attributlless... Like a coloring a book he could easily change it nature of being.
"Let's try this…
He said curiously.
The orcs snarled in confusion. As Grak rush to save Dril while saying and swinging.
"Let Drol down...
