[@CreedTheChimera][@kishin asura][@supertinyking]
The creature moves through the Chaos Realm, it's mere presence twisting the world around it. It channelled the power of nightmares, emanating an aura of fear. Waves of paralysing terror pulsed off of it, twisting the landscape even as the being moved through it. Waves of fire, skies of candy floss and armies of flying monkeys are turned into a cartoon world of grey interiors and twisted, empty trees. A white sky, with no sun in sight. The very world was morphed by the presence of this being, until the line of it's influence hit a barrier that refused to give. The world of white and black ceased expanding instantly, as it was struck with Mortis' own influence. Although it would take all of Mortis' self control to prevent himself from turning his half into a sea of flames, or a maelstrom of blades, as rage would usually turn the Chaos Realm into it's most destructive forms.

The creature grinned at those present, it's mouth extending beyond what could possibly be contained in his face. He raised his right hand, the oversized gun seeming to lift without a problem. Had it merely been a man, or merely been a gun, it would not have been a threat. But Mortis knew very well that these beings were magical constructs formed from Fear, miniature Chaos Gods maintained by Lucy, fed by a particular source of Fear. The barrel glowed brightly, as a beam of light shoots out from the tip. A blade of blacklight cuts through the scene, destroying all in it's path as the spectre seemed to bend towards Mortis, nearly chasing him.