Her expression remained utterly vacant, the distant condescension in her eyes had morphed into one of pure compassion — the kind of look reserved for something fundamentally broken that needed necessary remedy.
As Finn's razor-sharp wings bore down on her, she opened her mouth and spoke.
[Order Edict: Clarity]
Immediately, just like the formless wave of chaos Nathaniel had displayed with his Chaotic Reassembly spell, a similar effect occured. Except, with Althea's spell, instead of chaos, the effect actualized in a silent, brilliant wave of order that pulsed outward and struck Finn directly in the forehead.
The pulse halted his wings mid-strike, making him stagger backwards and fall to the ground like a drunk man.
The spell bypassed his toughened metal-likr skin and his bone-deep Ferropteryx rage, hitting the chaotic epicenter of the newly assimilated soul mass directly.
Pure agony overwhelmed his mind immediately.
