The battle raged on, the air charged with the intensity of Aden's desperate bid for power.
Shadows twisted and curled around him like living things, swirling faster with every second, leaving only brightly colored stones and clean walls in their wake.
It was as if he was pulling all the darkness into himself, absorbing the corruption that had overtaken the castle.
The room began to look oddly pristine, and Zoe, standing near the entrance, watched as even the shadows from the hallway slithered across the floor towards Aden, drawn to him as if compelled by some unseen force.
Zoe risked a look behind her, just for a second, seeing the corridor nearly clear of the dark aura that had tainted it since they arrived.
It hit her then—this was the point in games where all control is taken away from the player.
The big bad was drawing power to itself, transforming for a final form.
