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Pitch raised a brow as he walked around the altar opposite of his current adversary.
"What exactly do you think you're doing, boy? You cannot even hope to fight me without a sphere halter."
His golden eyes watched the young teen with a sense of amusement as he motioned to the X-shape black leather straps across his own chest that had a clear crystal orb in the middle. His gaze moved down and eyed the sparkling white tennis ball-sized orb his opponent clutched. The adamant boy growled.
"I'll never let you have our sacred treasure!"
Pitch cackled and tapped his fingers together with a smirk.
"Are you willing to die for it?
Jack trembled and leered, clutching his wooden staff in one hand. Pitch shook his head.
"What a silly boy you are~"
Without hesitation he pulled another black sphere halter from his cloak and tossed it over to him. He watched as the teen cautiously snatched it up. Hearing the child bark back made Pitch think perhaps he wasn't like all the other numbskulls who worshipped the orbs legacies. Someone who may just throw himself right into the arena willingly...
"What the hell is your game?!"
Another wide smirk crossed the man's sharp teeth.
"A game where I can finally find someone who knows how to have some real FUN~ Let's fight, boy!"
"My name is Jack! And I'm not letting you leave!"
Jack clipped on the sphere halter to his chest and touched the white orb in his hand to the crystal sphere on the halter. With some swirls and glows of white sparkling magic, the sphere in his hand absorbed into the clear crystal one completely. Now the crystal orb took on the same white color as the orb he just fused into it.
Suddenly Jack's whole body glowed an almost blinding white light and after a few seconds he was standing there in a completely different outfit from what he was just wearing. It was adorned with colored contrasts of white as the base with gold and silver as detailing. His body felt the powerful ice magic at his command and frost all over his newly changed staff. He had to take a moment to look at himself in shock.
Pitch smirked as he watched the boy transform with a hungering and excited gaze. The crystal orb on his own halter changed to a glittering black and he too transformed.
The man's own outfit changing into all blacks with gold and silver detailing. The power of dark magic emanating from him and his newly appeared weapon, a large black scythe seeping dark magic. He twirled his scythe with a joyous cackle.
"Come stop me, Jack!~"