Bad Luck

Its once solid form growing increasingly transparent. 'Just a little longer. I just have to hold on.' each thought fighting against time.

Suddenly, Constantine's relentless attacks ceased. A sigh, heavy with frustration, escaped the young Twilight. " it," he muttered, his voice full with annoyance as he shook his head."Here I am, a mage, resorting to brute force."

With a snap of his fingers, the skeletal horse dissolved into a wisp of darkness. In its place, a crimson circle pulsed into existence, emanating an ominous aura that.

"Apocalypse: Plague," Constantine declared his voice with a chilling finality.

Neveah was now extremely confused and frustrated. What was it m with this guy and his ever-changing law forms?