'This can't go on.'
Uriel took a deep breath.
He'd be a fool not to see her speech was, in some way, related to her spark or most powerful ability. Whatever her speech did, it was deadly.
It was almost as if the fabric of the world patiently obeyed every one of her orders. As if every word she uttered was a reality the world sought to embody.
"But, ah, I digress."
By this point, Uriel couldn't see anything but darkness and her flaming butterflies, the energy in the air having entirely shifted into a storm of fire and mist.
His spell sentry shook, and his aether stirred, his grip on his glaive tightening as flows of light and darkness danced around him.
[First Dark Star Echelon: Shadowy Envelope]
Shadows were amorphous, as darkness was, but they were more fluid, more at peace with the world, dancing across the crevices of light and the folds of matter.
Shadows were in constant movement, constant reactivity and reaction; they were the epitome of reflection.
