<Snipped quote by Disdain>
*highly corrosive and corruptive Amaranthine flows from my body like a viscous gas, eating away at any sort of energy, magical or otherwise, that the shadow may have*
Abel: you struggle against the amaranthine. true to your kind, Lesser.
*fires a blast of amaranthine energy at you, forcing its way through the shadow like a bullet through water*
Shadow Matrix, Crystallise! *The magical shadow transforms and turns into millions of tiny rips in the dimension through which the gas flows; the holes eat through the amaranthine until it disappears completely, dissipated out into empty space; due to the filtering of light, the rips look just like shadow, though not all senses are disrupted from now on*
Very clever. Wasting my magic. Art! Science! Ruined! So uncivilised. You know, learning and art are the markers of a
truly great society, and you have just destroyed both like you have
no taste. I should call
you the lesser!
*Swings Vita in a complicated, sinuous form, and bursts of sharp light spring from the sword and shoot through further dimensional rips, appearing at random points very close to you and shooting toward your body*