"Grah!"
Adam punched the crystal again, and the impact shot pain up his arm. His knuckles split open, blood smearing across the crystal's surface. And then, the pillar of light surrounding the crystal rippled and danced.
Adam roared, almost like a feral grizzly bear, and punched the crystal again and again with his bare hands. The sound was wet, meaty—bone meeting unyielding surface. Chunks of skin tore away.
The creeps he pushed away rushed toward him, grabbing him by the arms. They also screamed, begging him to stop. But Adam just roared, his howls almost a cry for help too. The sound bounced off concrete walls, raw and animal-like.
He pushed them away again and punched the crystal, and the light rippled once more. The damage he was doing was minimal, however. But still, he continued—Paik already damaged it, he only needed to finish it.
