A violet lotus bloomed inverted above the battlefield.
Its petals flared outward, brimming with concentrated Essence, each one glowing as though carved from liquid light.
Slowly, the lotus began to rotate, the rotation itself compressing and weaving the Essence into a narrow, lethal beam. I channeled most of the Essence I had, shaping the beam and locking the space around the phantom, preventing any escape.
The air quivered under the pressure, the vortex of violet light hovering like a sword of judgment ready to fall.
Then I released it. The beam shot downward with a thunderous roar, piercing the sky and aiming directly at the phantom.
The constructs of the dragon, the wolf, the humanoid, sensed the attack instantly. They surged in unison, leaping between the beam and the phantom as though animated by a single, dark will. The deathmist in the domain itself churned violently, rolling toward the lotus like a wave, crashing upward to meet the falling beam.
