Goosebumps went down the Crimson Monarch's body, he had not felt like this in a long time. Once again he would have to pay dearly for his desire to take Adam rather than kill him.
Their gazes met, for the first time only one of them was calm, while inside the other, panic was slowly building up.
The purple energy covered Adam's fingertips - his next, smooth sweep left a simple white line in the air, seemingly carrying no threat.
The Crimson Monarch's pupils dilated, he felt genuine fear from the unknown ability that Adam left as one of his last trump cards.
The white line disappeared into the void of space, leaving behind only flecks of purple flame.
Gush.
Streams of blood comparable to the flow of a great river gushed from the Crimson Monarch. From his shoulder to his waist, his body was cut open, neither bone nor flesh able to resist Adam's simple attack.
