I'm A Genius!

Tension hung thick in the air as Apollo's last words reverberated. The warriors, battered but resolute, readied themselves for whatever Disaster would unleash next. Bob felt the weight of the moment pressing on him, knowing that they faced more than a physical battle—this was a clash of sheer will, a test of resolve.

In an instant, Disaster's form flickered, her silhouette blurring as shadowy wisps peeled off her skin like smoke. Her eyes gleamed with dark energy, a violent mix of smugness and disdain. She raised her hand, fingers curling with power, and muttered words that twisted the air into something thick and cold. The space around her warped, drawing darkness in like a black hole. It was a spell meant to consume, to break them apart from the inside.

"Prepare yourselves!" Felicia called out, grounding her stance, eyes narrowing. "Stay close, everyone!"