Galthor stopped fighting the physical battle. Instead, he reached out with his new senses, feeling for the shadows even here, even underwater. They were faint, diffused by the liquid medium, but they existed. Shadows always existed. Wherever there was light, there was darkness to contrast it.
And in the depths of this lake, there was more darkness than light.
And so he let go of his senses and... dissolved.
His consciousness expanded, spreading out through every shadow in the lake, becoming less a single being and more a distributed presence. Vaskaroth's coils tightened on nothing, passing through space that had been solid a moment before.
"What...."
Galthor reformed behind the Guardian's head, in the deepest shadow of the lake where the luminescence couldn't reach. His hands locked around Vaskaroth's throat, divine strength enhanced.
"Yield," he said.
