With a sudden burst, the terrifying pressure from before emanated from his body. Except, this time it was much more terrifying. It wasn't just a use of his Error Vision, he was coating his entire body with his Error nature. Making his entire form an anomaly to the world in and of itself. The reality around him began to warp and stutter, the colors of the world bleeding into shades of neon green and absolute void as he rewrote his own presence.
The erratic disturbance alerted Madoc and Osmund where they were, signaling that it was time to go. They quickly gave their last orders and rushed to the shore, just in time to see Finn start a soul chant.
It was very silent and subtle, their ears could barely pick up the sound through the oppressive emanations of Error magic roiling off of Finn like a cascade. Despite the safe distance they stood, it was a task just to keep their legs from trembling from the strain alone. But at least they could manage.
