Feigning Ignorance

A dense mass of darkness swirled in Hina's palm, shifting and pulsating like a living entity, absorbing the very light around it. The sheer pressure of the magic she was harnessing made the air heavy, almost suffocating. The ground beneath her cracked subtly as raw power radiated from her form, the dark energy coiling and expanding, forming a dense, pulsing sphere—so black it seemed to swallow reality itself.

Then, with a sharp flick of her wrist, she hurled it forward.

The moment the dark sphere struck its target, it detonated. A surge of darkness erupted, bursting outward like a massive, expanding void. The force sent a shockwave through the area, displacing dust and debris, while tendrils of shadow lashed out hungrily as if seeking to consume everything in their path. The explosion roared, deep and guttural, the kind of sound that reverberated in your chest, making the air itself tremble.