Kaelen, ever the tactician, had been observing. His abyssal-infused armor flared, and from his gauntlets, a swarm of shimmering, black iron drones poured forth. These were no ordinary constructs; each was a miniature engine of the Law of Recursive Self-Replication. As they flew towards Vorenza, they copied themselves mid-air, an exponential explosion of metallic insects that sought to overwhelm the demon queen.
Vorenza snarled. Her Law of Concept Weaving engaged furiously. The drones, by the dozens, began to flicker and distort, their 'mechanical nature' being re-woven into 'swarms of harmless abyssal moths' that simply fluttered away, or 'shards of decaying shadow' that dissipated into nothingness.
