The Tormented One tilted its head as if mocking him. Its hand twitched, sending ripples through the air.
Stark knew this was a foe beyond brute strength. He had to rely on something else.
He steadied his breath, focusing all his remaining energy into his aura.
'It's time,' he thought grimly.
It was time to take the risk.
Suddenly, the air shifted violently.
The ground beneath Stark trembled as his aura expanded, swirling outward like a storm.
[The Banish Game shall start!]
A voice boomed in his mind, loud and foreboding.
[Whoever's aura gets consumed by the other will be cast into the void!]
[Good luck!]
The Tormented One froze in place.
Its eyeless sockets seemed to narrow, and its hulking frame stiffened.
It tried to move, but the rules of the Banish Game bound it. Neither could act outside the clash of their auras now.
Stark gritted his teeth, his crimson aura flaring brighter.