Chrysalis

It needed to be tested at some point, and what better time than now? I’ve increased Gravity Magic to the second rank thanks to all my stuffing about with Gravity Fields, and the bomb was always going to be on the list of things that I want to see how the Altar interacts with.

As it turns out, quite well.

As the spell is unleashed and I activate the Altar of Self, I’m rather startled to feel all of the gathered energy drain out of it.

All.

Not a single skerrick left. As it is usually wont to do, the Gravity Bomb soaks up every drop of power it can get, and when it does, it goes absolutely nuts.

HOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWL!

The air screams, and I mean SCREAMS. I didn’t put anything like my full reserve of gravity mana into this thing, and it sounds an awful lot like some of the biggest I’ve ever cast.

I, of course, do the sensible thing and sprint away like my life depends on it, which it likely does. Despite the fear of my own mortality this spell always seems to invoke in me, particularly when I’m near it, I keep a close eye trained on the ominously dark sphere as it streaks away from me into the teeth of the oncoming horde. Hordes.

The two armies had been running toward each other, ready to fuse into an even greater mass of slavering destruction, but the flight of my friends and I has changed their trajectories. Like murderous puppies chasing a toy, the lead demons in both groups have angled towards us and led the rest of their fellows to follow in behind.

So it is that when the Bomb strikes, it detonates right in the faces of the frontrunning monsters from two armies, both of whom are leading their allies into danger like twin pied-pipers.

energy into a super-dash, but I don’t have the juice! This far down, it’ll

FWOOSH!

in the swirling vortex of nightmarish doom that I’ve come to expect. Except that

Holy moly!

life, the bomb grows to its full, horrifying size and begins to do what it does best: drag in and

demon armies behind me are immediately lost in the haze of ash and dust as the air fills with debris and demons. Monsters are being yanked off the ground and hauled into oblivion, I can see their shadowy forms spinning through the air before

how many demon

make out its slow revolutions, and the ash-filled atmosphere of the third stratum is allowing me to witness another new sight. I can clearly see the path the air is travelling as it spirals down into the heart of the void, a vast, sweeping

Tiny! Don’t look

emphasis that a genuine order gets as I yell at him. This is not

from the epicentre as I am, is absurd. I grip the ground with my ant-claws with every

did you go and have to make yourself so damn chonky?! You’ll have to be twice as far from every bomb from now

heart can’t take

of the gravitational pull lessens, and several dozen metres in front of me, my friends must be well in the clear. I always feel a moment of panic when Invidia is

between us and the demons for when all of this blows over. When the dust settles, I don’t want them to have even a sniff of

us, the high-pitched shriek of the wind has been joined by a dull roar as the bomb drags in everything it can touch and crushes it. The horizon behind us is looking dark indeed as even the light seems to be struggling back there. Such a horrendous power I’ve unleashed. What would happen if I put all

to imagine. I mean, I’ll have to try it at some point, but

Altar has done to the spell, it seems to have given it more staying power to boot. We’re kilometres away when it finally flickers and fades, the ensuing quiet all the more jarring after the din