Shattering Authority

Without giving anyone time to blink, Adam's clawed fingers wrapped around Achilles and Garduck. He cradled the two men against his torso, protecting their bodies behind his massive hands and thick scales. 

"Wait! We can think of a better solution!" Achilles pleaded, icy sweat drenching his shuddering back.

Yet Adam ignored him, his gaze on the temple's court-like interior and his legs throbbing as he crouched. Nine jets of condensed plasma erupted from his back, the beams distorting the air with deafening sizzles. The ancient pavements whitened, threatening to melt before he adjusted their angles behind him.

Ready to find salvation or face doom, he smirked. There was no turning back—nothing would stop him.

Echoing his determination, the plasma beams thickened into roaring columns as he pounced inside the underworld's judgement hall.

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