After hearing Hex declare his victory so confidently, Layla puffed up her cheeks with dissatisfaction.
"No! I will win, I always win!"
She charged over to Noctis, flailing her balled fists in the air.
As for Noctis, he was trying to think of a way to deal with this strange shadow attached to him.
Beads of sweat formed on his forehead once he heard Layla approaching as well.
"...So it has come to this."
The strange pressure released from Noctis died down, becoming as gentle as a feather.
Then, it exploded out with renewed intensity. It nearly resembled the gaze of a dragon.
Small black flames began flickering above Noctis' armor and hammer. They blended in with the color of his apparel, making it a little hard to notice.
Suddenly, a wave of black flames burst from Noctis.
The shadow screeched. It disconnected itself from Noctis before retreating back into Hex's shadow while batting away the flames.
