The corner of Val's lips quirked up in a victorious smirk as he watched the Shadow Imposter's figure retreat in fear.
"Perfect. My plan worked," he murmured, his eyes shining with the victorious gleam of a strategist whose plan had unfolded perfectly.
'Anyways, this facade has stretched out for too long and it is time to put an end to it.'
Val thought as he curled his fingers into a firm fist. As he gathered his strength, wisps of grey fire began to materialize around his clenched hand, enveloping it in an ominous, radiant glow.
He drew back and then, with a fluid motion, punched out in the direction of the fleeing figure.
A fireball, as swift as a falcon in pursuit, rocketed out from his clenched fist, hurling itself towards the Shadow Imposter.
The Shadow Imposter had her back to the grey fireball, but she could still see it coming. After all, unlike humans, Shadow Imposters don't have a blind spot in their vision.
