Five Months Later!
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Minerva stood a few feet away, her arms crossed, eyes glowing faintly as she watched the swirling purple-blackish haze slowly take form in Adam's hands. The air in the room pulsed with ambient miasma, dense and heavy like grenade fog on a battlefield.
"Push a little harder."
She instructed, her voice calm yet commanding.
"You're improving, but don't get comfortable. If you let the miasma slip even once, I'll consider it a failure.... The times were we make simple shapes are over
Adam's brow furrowed as he concentrated, veins faintly glowing with dark energy. The mass of cursed energy between his hands was unstable, trembling as he forced it into a rigid structure.
"Hold the shape Adam, just like that, you got to master how to focus and think at the same time."
Minerva continued.
