Two eyes observed the squirming sphere. The sole reason for the destructive forces of earlier. Source.
"Answer me truthfully. What, what is this?" Eve asked as sweat ran down her forehead. Almost dying, but not knowing the reason, was the most ominous phenomenon in existence.
The stuff of fears and nightmares.
Alistair, however, had a more excited expression–face almost booming.
"This is our chance. It's a breakthrough!"
"This?" Eve looked dubious. "How exactly?"
Alistair answered with his actions and shaped the sphere into a spear. Purple lines stretched and dragged its structure.
"Oh, a weapon."
"No, it will be." Alistair smirked, grinning. " a poison for an enemy."
…
Torn fabrics swayed within a decrepit block. Demolished houses and fractured roads spanned an entire street. It was a scene where poverty and sadness seemed to personify, materialize.
