An electric ray shot out of the dust cloud, parting the wind currents.
Drops of saturated blood flew from a light cut on the cheek, flying in front of Adam's calm blue eyes.
"You are now on the ground, which means you are on my battlefield, the Crimson Monarch."
Tremble. Tremble. Tremble.
Adam's fist trembled, the Crimson Monarch's eyes reflected purple streams of energy quickly enveloping Adam's hand.
His rings were still in the first, crimson mode. Enough time passed for Adam to use his elemental root without consequences.
Moreover, since his last gravity punch, he had become considerably stronger. Now, with the First Wall destroyed and three cells in the Star Seal, a single hit of his magnitude would be enough to crush the Crimson Monarch into a bloody stain.
