Malakor's face contorted with rage. His calm, confident mask shattered, revealing the raving lunatic beneath.
He had expected fear, doubt, or at the very least, a little bit of respect for his cosmic power. Instead, he got boredom. It was the ultimate insult.
"You dare mock the voice of the Schism?" he shrieked, his mind-voice now a sharp, painful spike. "You are an insect, a creature of rigid, pathetic order! I will show you the glory of chaos! I will break your mind and unravel your soul!"
He threw his arms wide, and the chaotic energy of the Monolith surged into him. The ground beneath Ryan's feet suddenly turned soft and rubbery, like he was standing on a giant trampoline.
It buckled and warped, and a dozen thick tentacles made of black, corrupted rock erupted from the earth, whipping towards him from all directions.
Ryan didn't flinch. He simply stomped his foot. "Impose: Stability."
