Morveth froze for a beat—then reacted like he'd just heard the most ridiculous joke in the universe.
"Ha… hahahahaha—!"
He threw his head back and roared with laughter. The sound rolled over the ruins in repeated waves, shaking loose grit and making broken stones rattle and tremble.
Before the laughter even fully died, his power started surging. One blood-red gemstone after another on his chest lit up—like a string of grotesque hearts waking all at once—pumping thick energy into every inch of his body.
In no time, a massive energy sphere condensed in front of him.
At first it was only the size of a head, then it expanded at a visible pace.
Brownish-purple and blood-red forces poured in from his body, from the chest gemstones, even from the air around him, compressing into the sphere over and over.
When it swelled large enough, space began to warp subtly around it. Loose rubble in the ruins even started to lift, tugged upward by the pull of that power.
