The remnants of the magic circle still pulsed faintly, like the final breaths of a dying star.
The ruins of the Capital stood in stark contrast to the eerie stillness that had fallen over the once-chaotic battlefield. Adrien stood at the circle's center, his dark coat swaying slightly in the lifeless breeze.
His sharp eyes glinted as they focused on the substance before him—a mass of writhing, black slime, pulsating and shuddering as though alive.
It was alive.
"Heh…" Adrien's lips curled into a sly smirk as he stepped closer to the slime, which recoiled slightly before pressing forward again, as if testing the limits of its new confinement.
Adrien tilted his head and snapped his fingers, a sharp, decisive sound that echoed unnaturally in the silence. The air shimmered around the slime, and in an instant, a translucent cube of glowing energy materialized around it.
~FWUP!~
