"…" Stark kept staring at the ground below him with his eyes closed, not leaving the weird black aura out of his field of vision for even a second, 'Calm down…'
That thing's aura was actively terrifying, and he felt like if he let any kind of emotions visible, then it would detect it and come out to surprise him.
Of course, this would mean the beginning of the fight, but Stark didn't want that: HE wanted to ambush it!
He took a step forward, his eyes still closed, and the dark aura followed him.
"Hm…" it seemed to have been following him all this time, making sure to stay under his feet to not get detected.
Too bad for it that it fell against the worst opponent possible at this time.
And so…
"Wielding Cross," he whispered, summoning the crimson/golden cross above his head as he stared at the aura below.
The crimson/golden cross hovered above Stark, radiating with a fierce light, and he could feel the energy crackling in the air.
