"Your city burns, and you with it!" the Lantern King taunted; even without the magic empowering him, he was still blindingly agile, and even with his best warriors beating him, they were only able to land glancing blows. As predicted, he dodged the Enervation, but the Battering Blast clipped him, and sent him staggering into Sak'bas' blow, finally landing a solid hit on him. "Guhh... E-enough, this mortal shell has... proven insufficient. You - You will<em>all</em><strong>BURN.</strong>"<br/><br/>His body erupts into the familiar shape of the massive ball of flame, with the masks - and the mask that was showing was enraged. Time seems to slow, almost freezing, as his mask transfixes upon Devaguea.<br/><br/>"The time for masks is over. You risk challenging an Eldest, and I accept that challenge. You will fight not a mere embodiment, but my true essence. This is my essence: I don't need magic, or servile monsters, to destroy you. Words are enough. Yes, words. Words spoken in the right time and place possess the power of a storm. You spoke to me before of protection - of claiming not just tob e an Eldest, but to be the guardian of an Eldest. You spoke of desire to protect and secure. Very well - you shall be protected, and secured. In my possession. I claim a portion of your soul, your very essence, and place in under protection. As we took Nyrissa's ability to love, and forged it into a weapon, so do I take your essence, protected and secured."<br/><br/>The very words seem to take a physical form, soaring towards Devaguea like an arrow, ready to inflict more damage, like the breaking of the city around him. He has but an instant to respond.