Amon weaved through the waves of destruction and controlled his innate aether to both obscure the sense of his pursuers but to also impede their progress.
Currently, the entire world was filled with nothing but his own chaotic innate aether and though this would soon change and return to neutral aether, he had a few minutes left he could still take advantage of.
Beams of chaotic aether, spears of purple and green, balls of fire—any and all things Amon could launch, he did.
Frustration began to accumulate within the hearts of the three elders as suddenly, they came to a decision.
Ratasha and Selia stopped running after Amon, retreating diagonallly as Oroh, with a low shout, unleashed a sort of domain.
BANG!
A bubble of black aether formed around the four of them and Amon found himself trapped.
SHAH!
