Red Ball
The red cloud in the sky poured red energy into the dying symbols across the city, reigniting them and making their brilliance burn brighter than ever.
Shrouded in deep red smoke, Klown gazed down at the city below him. His body continuously emitted red energy, fueling the clouds that swirled around him.
Seeing his method working, he let out a sigh of relief. Just a little more, and he would finally see his master.
A grunt caught his attention. Staring at the person in his hands, a thought crossed his mind. He could feel the red energy inside his body draining rapidly. If this continued, his body would fail before the ritual could extract the required amount of red energy.
"Our… savior," Holst whispered, coughing up a mouthful of blood between words. He couldn't regenerate the wound in his chest; his strength had already left him. Even speaking was a struggle.