Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26245872-20141111164923/@comment-29458028-20141117075142

Sylarys was rapidly shredding all summons and raised dead with her umbrakinetic weapons, even though she looked like she was struggling for control. Skill was indeed skill. Sylarys alone held up against Vauban, Raydin and Qa'do, utilizing massive bursts of shadow energy in conjunction with a pair of shadow swords, which her whips had become every so often.

Every sword beam from Raydin was countered by an equally large one from Sylarys. Still, everything in Mundus was rapidly shrivelling and dying. Plants wilted and trees shed their leaves to become dead looking messes of entangled branches. Animals fell and decayed, if they didn't transform into predatory, rabid versions of themselves.

Divayth was still chanting the incantation. He was surrounded by violet energies.