<Snipped quote by Legend Begins>
Artorias: *my being adopts a more foglike aura, as the physical properties of the mater on the air around me begin to solidify, allowing me to seemingly 'walk on air'.a deep grumblelike growl eminates from me, watching reality warp under your magic*
*Every sensation of passing time down to individual breaths slows, growing thick and heavy, until we're left in a deep blue ocean of spacetime and magic*
One of us will not leave this place alive.
*As I speak, my words warp, becoming deeper and hollow, almost tangibly bonded to the space itself*
This world has different rules.