Adam had to act now, and he had to act decisively. He needed a power, a single attack, that could eliminate as many Syndicate members as possible without harming any innocent prisoners who might still be trapped within the base.
Adam raised both his hands in front of him. He closed his eyes and focused all his remaining will, all the power he could still draw from Eric's rapidly destabilizing form. Alina, standing a short distance away, watched him with wide, worried eyes, sensing the immense energy gathering around him.
A shimmering point of light appeared between Adam's outstretched hands. It pulsed, then rapidly expanded, taking on a solid, circular form. It was a disc, about the size of Adam's own head. The outer edge of the disc was lined with sharp, wicked-looking serrations, like the teeth of a monstrous saw. The disc itself was a sleek, metallic silver, and it began to spin slowly, clockwise.
