Ghast created dark smoke, enough to cover the whole street and leave them in a world of their own as it should be.
Steacy's body was beginning to turn limp in the air. The afterward consequences of everything, particularly if she dies did not stop him. He channeled enough power into the whisps of smoke around her neck.
His eyes divided themselves between shades of red and black as he lifted himself to the sky and mimicked her posture.
Rath had an invisible smirk at the side of his lips, enjoying the transfer of power. He could sniff the girl's soul from where he stood and he too forgot about the consequences of their actions.
The man from behind the shadow felt his hands tremble. He tried to channel enough power to fight but wasn't able to as things haven't remained the same for them ever since the last battle a thousand years ago.
