[quote=thewizardguy]
The man extends both of his arms to his sides, as a wave of power floods through the world. Every rune, every circle of power, every powerful symbol activates itself, the combined life force of all these creatures seeming to transform into a massive magical amplifier. While none of the creatures possessed magic of their own, they offered their combined soular force, and the sudden magical pressure was immense. Even a weak mage would be a frightful force granted such an environment, but this man was by no means weak, his aura shining with the power of death, and strangely, syncing with that of life. The shades of the world seem to fade, their souls shaken. "The process of death and reincarnation is an endless cycle, life and death in eternal broken balance. And yet here, trapped souls remain, retaining their form. However, is it not infinitely beautiful, the reforming and channeling of life into death, and death into life? The forming of our very existence from the body and mind of the eternal creator. Is it not the purest of desires to break this cycle, and to create a world of pure life and death?"A wave of power shakes the world, as a staff manifests in the man's hand, tipped with a skull with rubies for eyes, both of which seem to glow profusely. Large black swan wings seem to extend from his back, black as the darkest night, and in them the two see both the beginning and the end of their existence. Soular power echoes around him, as he utters a word that cannot be spoken. A word of power in a language no mortal tongue could utter, the language in which the barest truths of the multiverse are described, which holds the power to shape reality itself. The Primal Tongue. And as his voice echoes, screams echo with it, as thousands of lost souls are torn to pieces, their souls ripped apart, made one with the soular stream of energy, seemingly returned to their base elements. Leeroy and Honey (yeah, I know who they are) are forced to the ground, as their very own souls are tattered and torn, life energy drawn from them in this massive destructive ritual. At the end of it all, as vision returns to both of the combatants, the world is empty. They float in a void, with no meaning or place. The Realm of the Fallen has been completely disconnected from the stream of life, and not even the Stream of Souls, from which all life originated, flowed through this location. No new souls could be formed here, and no soular energy would move through here. It was as if the very stream of life, which is supposed to be all-permeating, has been diverted to ignore this location, to some unspeakable and mysterious end. The air feels dead, no, not dead. Empty. Like the void. And both Honey and Leeroy can sense that this dimension, which was formed from the energy of the Soular Stream, was slowly collapsing into the Void, and that it would be a bad idea to stay here when it did.
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With Leeroy and Honey near the center of the small dimension, as the field started to expand, Honey's eyes turn pure black, and Leeroy's eyes (or where his eyes would be) turn white.
"Total agreement. Threat detected." They both say, as one, and they rush forward, Honey's left hand forward, Leeroy's right hand forward. When their hands touched the field, the shimmer of metal cover their hands for but a second....

There was a moment, where nothing happened.....

The field turns into electricity, frying the microorganisms, and giving the man who had cast the whole spell a rapid, and extremely bad shock, before the two begin to lob large amounts of energies blasts at the man and the creature, as the rest of the realm rushed to their aid, attacking with energy as well.