The runes close to his mouth glowed subtly, pulsing with a dark purple hue that cast flickering shadows across his chin, the magic building like a storm gathering in his throat.
"Tenebris crepitus," Astral called out, the incantation rolling off his tongue with effortless command, the words vibrating through the ether and stirring the ambient mana into unrest.
The mana around the elf commander and the surviving elves vibrated as if it was being heated.
Invisible waves rippled outward, the energy humming with increasing intensity, causing the air to shimmer like heat haze over a distant horizon.
The ethereal, colorless form of mana soon changed its color to pitch dark.
It twisted into inky blackness, absorbing the faint starlight and plunging the immediate area into deeper shadows that clung to skin like oil.
The commander frowned, having a bad feeling about it.
