Obstacles are meant to be removed."
The shadow man's words echoed in the clearing. They were calm. They were reasonable. And they were the most monstrous thing Riku had ever heard.
His rage, which had been a white-hot explosion, now cooled. It settled into something harder. Something colder. Something far more dangerous.
"I see," Riku said, his voice a low, empty whisper. "So that's all they were to you. Obstacles."
He raised his hands again. This time, he did not gather light. He gathered the shadows themselves.
Shadow Lance. Tier 7. [-5,000 Goodwill Points]
A dozen spears of solidified darkness materialized in the air around him. They hummed with a hungry, vicious energy. With a flick of his wrist, he sent them screaming towards the shadow man.
The man's amused expression faltered for the first time. He raised a hand, and a wall of swirling darkness rose to meet the attack.
