Darkness gathered above his open palm. It didn't rise the way normal mana did, didn't shimmer or spiral cleanly.
It pulled inward, from the air, the he used his ability Death' Darkness. Pure dakrness formed in air and came in front of his palm.
Collapsing toward a single point above his hand as though the world around him was being slowly swallowed.
A magic circle materialized above his palm. Multiple rings, layered and rotating at different speeds, etched with void symbols that pulsed like something alive.
The mana in the surrounding area began to react to it, trembling at the edges, bending slightly toward the gathering darkness.
Even the monster registered it.
The creature turned, slowly, something that might have been instinct pulling its attention toward the threat forming behind it.
A black sphere took shape above Amon's hand. Dense and small and absolutely still at its center, surrounded by distorted air that bent the light around it in wrong, unnatural ways.
