<Snipped quote by Etcetera>
Tch.
*The armor across my face rips every atom of corrupted flesh away and I begin to heal, compressing all the poison into a pure, compressed ball that suddenly vanishes from existence*
You were always destined to be a thorn in the side of true greatness.
*The circular runes from before compress into one and grow massively, spinning above the planet and stopping once it is a few times the radius that the planet once was, and a small spark of energy begins to glow at its center*
Thorns that will choke you out.
*A thousand spheres of black fire shoot toward the rune and corrupt the magic being used to trigger it*