The giant puppet of Dark Magic and Earth Magic towered over the shattered district like a nightmare given form. Its body was a patchwork of shadow and stone, every limb layered in thick, writhing darkness. From the ends of those limbs, Dark Pulses began to gather, dense, spinning cores of corrupted energy that hummed with deadly force.
When the first volley fired, the air itself seemed to tear.
The pulses screamed forward in wide arcs, smashing into the defensive spells of the mages scattered across the Underside. Shields of wind, fire, and earth rose in panic, but the Dark Pulses ripped right through them, dissolving magic like it was mist and turning flesh to nothing. One moment, mages were shouting orders and incantations. The next, they were gone, no bodies, no blood, just empty space where people had stood.
