"This guy…" Adrian muttered, wiping blood from the corner of his mouth. "He's not giving us any room to breathe."
Medea's gaze flicked to him, and she gave a curt nod. "Then we'll have to take it," she said simply. "No more holding back."
With that, she raised her hand, summoning a massive sphere of shadow above her head. The dark energy swirled and coalesced, growing larger and more menacing with each passing second.
Adrian could feel the raw power radiating from the sphere, and he knew that whatever Medea was planning, it would be their only chance. He steeled himself, summoning the last of his strength as he prepared to strike.
The chief's eyes narrowed as he sensed the shift in the air. His expression twisted into a sneer as he gathered his own energy, the dark tendrils wrapping around him like a protective cloak. "You think that will be enough to stop me?" he growled.
Medea didn't respond.
