"Star-Piercing Spear of Glory? That does't have the firepower necessary to blow out the back of the ship. We're gonna need something at least powerful enough to sunder the hull to take out that thing." Esone's grin grew wide. "If we're going to be destructive, let's do it with style! Oh, this is gonna be SWEET."<br/><br/>Circling his hands before his chest, the Lieutenant closed his eyes and began to chant in a sibilant, ancient tongue.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">At the dawn of all Creation, there was no Sun.<br/>Liger-who-was-***** lit the land of the Dreamer Tribe, for he was the twin heart of the King.<br/>But the Dragon's Shadow, most subtle of the Thirteen, could not live beneath the Emerald Sun.<br/>Lo, the Shadow could not yet even exist, let alone the Dragon.<br/>So the Shadow that would be whispered in the ear of the King.<br/>It spoke of how Creation could not contain the majesty of the King's heart.<br/>Of how the world they had built would be burnt to a crisp before long.<br/>And so they two conceived the Sun.<br/>Because the Shadow was right.<br/>Nothing could stand before the Heart of the King, lest they face Total Annihilation.</span><br/><br/>The Yozi were there at the making of the world, they knew the source code of the universe. Their servants who endured the five trials could learn that secret blueprint, and even dare to manipulate it. Each Yozi had it's limitations, for their understanding tied closely to their themes. This spell however, resonated solely with Malfeas, the Destroyer.<br/><br/>Total Annihilation.<br/><br/>As he whispered the lost, former name of Malfeas' heart, a vivid green spark erupted from his own heart to collect his Essence into a roiling, fist-sized orb of emerald fire. Searing, radioactive glory leapt across its surface like arcs of electricity, lighting the Lieutenant's face with an eerie glow.<br/><br/>Esone's banner flared to it's full radiance, a mad hurricane of verdant flames and bloody crimson winds. Within the tumult bucked the form of a great stone lion, and within even that the Lieutenant stood cackling madly. He had dumped everything, all of his motes, into this attack. Hail Mary.<br/><br/><span style="color: #00FF00">"I bring Salvation, through Annihilation."</span><br/><br/>Readouts began to flick across the team's screens - a warning triggered within the Citadel database.<br/><span style="color: #0000FF"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="text-decoration: underline">Total Annihilation</span></span><br/><span style="text-decoration: underline">Catagorization:</span> Sorcery<br/><span style="text-decoration: underline">Description:</span> This Sorcery is one of the clearest examples of destruction being a primal and fundamental force in the universe. The caster must be of Solar rank - only that circle of sorcery is capable of unlocking its secrets.<br/>The caster summons an orb of some kind of Radioactive Isotopes. The appearance is of fire, but cannot be isolated as anything on the periodic table. Surviving Prothean texts refer to the substance as 'Liger', which seems to translate as 'Heart of the King'. The reason for this is unknown.<br/>The caster throws the orb at their enemy, and directs it with their will. When the orb strikes, it explodes into a column of bright green light approximately 50 yards wide and five miles high. It deals unimaginable damage to everything within the area - closest approximations put the blast at somewhere near battle-cruiser main gun level. Then, for 25 seconds, the column of emerald light sweeps outward at a rate of 10 yards per second, inflicting half as much damage as the initial blast to everyone caught within in it. Creatures near the explosion can try to outrun the all-destroying glare—this had best include the caster herself, since she is not immune to its power. Once the orb has exploded, the outpouring light cannot be parried and may only be dodged or soaked by means of perfect defenses. The devastation is complete: That which can burn, burns; that which can be broken, breaks. Behind it, the light leaves nothing but a scorched, cracked wasteland. In the thunder of the orb’s detonation and the crash and crackle of devastation, it is claimed one might hear the awful, vengeful laughter of a defeated god, laughing that his conquerors now turn his power against Creation. This last is just superstitious speculation however.<br/>WHEN FACED WITH THIS SPELL, RUN. EVEN IF THE CASTER IS ON YOUR SIDE, EITHER STOP THEM OR KILL THEM. DO NOT FIND YOURSELF IN THE BLAST RADIUS.</span><br/><br/>AND YET, IT WILL NOT BE ENOUGH TO DESTROY MANKIND'S REAPER<br/>Harbinger's voice was sickeningly smug, defiant to the last.