The water around Alvian and Drakon turned grey. Colors desaturated. The sounds of the battle—Ignis's roaring, the distant clash of the armies—muted into a dull buzz.
Alvian's hand, pressed against the white scales of Drakon's chest, began to glow. Not with light. With the absence of light. It was a color darker than black, a hole in the visual spectrum.
[Skill Activated: Matter Deconstruction (Tier 2 Talent Ability)]
[Effect: Forces the entropy of a target object to accelerate by 10,000,000%.]
[Cost: 50% Max Mana.]
"What... what are you doing?" Drakon asked. The smugness was gone. He felt something. A coldness that didn't just freeze his skin, but made the atoms of his armor shiver.
"Armor has durability," Alvian explained, his voice sounding like it was coming from a radio tuned to a dead channel. "Steel rusts. Scale rots. Magic fades. It takes time."
He pushed his mana into the skill.
"I'm just speeding up the clock."
