The cold whispering mist and the spinning vortex left in Mercer's wake combine with an odd effect.
The fog rises, twisting and coalescing into a magical spiral of its own, and within its walls the tall loathsome column that is the Dark begins to spin in place.
It is thickening now, becoming more solid -- it has stopped advancing toward the bar, but something is building inside the Dark now, some power of hatred and wild, destructive fury --
--and then it explodes, throwing itself outward in all directions with shattering force.
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Date: 2006-06-18 04:36 am (UTC)The fog rises, twisting and coalescing into a magical spiral of its own, and within its walls the tall loathsome column that is the Dark begins to spin in place.
It is thickening now, becoming more solid -- it has stopped advancing toward the bar, but something is building inside the Dark now, some power of hatred and wild, destructive fury --
--and then it explodes, throwing itself outward in all directions with shattering force.