Uriel's hand, bloody and weak, reached out, resonant dominance-infused aether coating it. Somehow, he broke past the serpent's intangible nature and touched its reptilian head.
Then, using his blood, he drew a circle on its forehead.
And within that mark, he infused the deepest and most potent forms of his will—but not only that; he infused the raging wills of the hounds, the raging wills of the golden gate, the raging emotions of his past, and so much more.
Uriel used resonant dominance to bend it all to his wishes, and he formed a single stroke of intent, a single law.
A single spiritual law.
"Die."
The serpent collapsed. A radiant silver flame consumed its frame, and in the blink of an eye, it burned to ashes, those same ashes rapidly turning to nothing.
The serpent died.
'It… works.'
Uriel collapsed to his knees, coughing out blood and unable to see anything, his senses stripped from him. Still, he had enough presence of mind to store his glaive away.
