The Old Hawke was not the most powerful mage in the world anymore. That title belongs to Darius the Great. Old Hawke could possibly be considered a crazy old man, but he knew better than to believe them. He knew the most powerful spells the world had to offer, save for various things Darius could do. The Hawke knew one spell that was an enormously powerful incantation however, and he could speak it in three syllables. He spoke words that were too old and illegible for the Human ears to hear, and one simple hand gesture, a wave, a mysterious energy conjured forth tentacles from an extradimensional portal. Tyrwin was not capable of entering the dimension called the World Of Men, but he could extenuate formations of his sheer will into the extradimensional portals he conjured. Old Hawke willed a small portion of divine intervention straight from Tyrwin.

Giant, green tentacles emerged from the portal, lashing forth at superhuman speeds at Dearg. The lashing green tentacles menaced it's target, while the other mages, seemingly doing nothing for several moments of battle, broke out of a focused gaze on Dearg, all combining their powers into massive reality altering vortex. The vortex flashed like a lightning bolt, centralizing it'self into a focused eye in the center of the main building, and made it's way into the structures of the building, with each minute fiber of the Wolf and it's paranormal being in the eyes of the vortex, it struck out, like an enormous bolt of lightning. It would keep assaulting Dearg, like a turret, as long as it remained.