​     Another blazing color entered the fray.

​     The color red this time. 

     It stopped everybody in their tracks. It was such a bright and stunning thing to witness. No one could help themselves. Everyone simply had to look.  ​

​     It was like a red comet emerged from nowhere to go smashing into the hard rock of the cavern.

     Only it wasn't a comet. 

     It was two red, blazing people fighting. 

​     Neither of the people were strangers.

     One of them was Adam.

     The other, Adam Adama. 

     Adama looked, more or less, like the same person who, at the moment, stood in the cavern fighting alongside the algrim. 

     Adam, though.

     And it was Adam. There was no doubt about that. 

     Only it wasn't, either. This Adam looked different. He looked older, wiser somehow, than the handsome, charismatic Adam from the year before. His hair hung to his waist, and his beard was as thick as a loaf of bread. But, also, this Adam was no longer the hideous monstrosity that now stood near the cauldron. 

     The blazing red Adam was on his back on the hard rock. Adama stood triumphant over him. She clutched her battle staff in her fist.

     Adama struck Adam hard with that staff.

     At which point, the whole scene exploded into a fiery redness that blinded, then dissolved into nothingness. 

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