Chrysalis

The Shapers in the stands watched in shocked silence as the ant monster relaxed its pose and made its way across to its defeated foe. At first, it didn't seem as if there was anything left after the vortex of doom vanished but when Granin looked closely he could see a small ball the size of his own clenched fist resting in the depression left behind in the aftermath of the spell.

Anthony crawled down into the crater and before the befuddled eyes of the spectators began to drag the sphere back toward his own exit where a very wary triad of guards was waiting.

Even though he was forewarned, Granin was as stunned as everyone else. Anthony had warned him that he wouldn't believe it until he saw it, and he was right! What the hell was that?! The incredible suction, that horrifying dark sphere that seemed to consume the very air itself! The power was beyond his expectations, far beyond! Judging by the look on Inaron's face, he was struggling to accept what he'd just seen also.

"I have to hand it to you, Inaron," Granin tried to play it cool, "I'm truly impressed by the defensive capabilities your monster displayed. Great work."

So saying, he tried to escape from the spectator area by walking casually toward the exit. Unfortunately, he didn't make it three steps before Inaron grabbed him by the arm.

"What in the name of the Worm was that?! I've never seen that spell before Granin!"

"Oh, that? You know, it's a …" he groped for some excuse to play it off, "a combination of dark and fire magic. You felt that wind kick up, right? That's from the, uh, flames."

He tried to pull his arm loose but the numbed Iranon still had him locked in a death grip. Glancing around he could see that other Shapers had recovered from their initial malaise and had started to move toward him. If he got stuck here he'd be bogged down by questions and pestering until he crumbled to dust! He couldn't allow it. If he left Anthony alone for that long the insect would be dragged away by Gravus to a separate chamber and he'd probably never find him again. He had to get out, now.

Granin was a Golgari of action. Make a plan, follow the plan, always deliver. So that's what he would do. He turned to face Iranon head-on and placed his loose hand on the Shaper's shoulder.

"Sorry about this Iranon. I'll buy you some Rock Beer next time."

"What are you -."

BAM!

the poor scholar loosened his grip and fell back into the seats with a clatter. Finally free, Granin did what any self-respecting mage of advanced age would do. He turned and bolted for the exits shouldering aside all who tried to accost him on his way. Angry shouts punctuated the air in

you said it was big,

make it Anthony's chamber. When he arrived he

that spell, Granin?" Corun nearly shouted. "I could hear it from

didn't ask, Anthony? He's right there?" Confused, Granin pointed at the ant attempting to gnaw

say anything," Corun grumbled, "just tell me it's his

wraps now, isn't it?] Granin sent to the bug-brained fool. [The whole place is

grown to understand that due to his compound eyes Anthony could still see him, shifting his head just wasn't necessary most

the dark

Granin froze.

[That's so petty!]

to eat here Granin. What do you

ant tried to snap and chomp at the ball on the ground

Torrina broke

it's compressed! It's been smashed together by the force of gravity! With enough mana that

Granin's eyes bulged.

did you

would take, like, a lot of mana. Way too much. What you saw then was pretty much as strong as I can

to clear his head for a

weight. Made things heavier or lighter. How