[Samael Ashwood's POV]
I watched as the Crimson Circle members struggled in the grasp of the Crimson Purgatory. Their once unshakable resolve crumbled under the weight of Merlin's ancient spell. The environment itself was their enemy now—every step they took only led them deeper into the abyss.
The leader, who had moments ago exuded confidence, was now on his knees, gasping for breath as the blood-red sky bore down on him. His blood magic, which had once seemed invincible, was now useless, turned against him by the overwhelming power of the domain. The others fared no better, their bodies and minds breaking under the relentless assault of the spell.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!
Creation is hard, cheer me up!
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