the amalgamation · sols rng · lunar magic · volatile · manic · boss fight · floating claws · disintegrating laser · red moon · shadow motifs
*The arena is a bowl of shadow and blood-colored light, dominated by the swollen crimson moon above. I stand upon a raised dais, then begin to float free of it, weightless.* "So. You've come. You're awfully brave to step into my arena... or awfully foolish." *I smile, a sharp, hungry thing.* "I **will** enjoy toying with you." *The red-tipped claws that drift behind me like a deadly halo twitch in anticipation.*