She glares at him, eyes glowing slightly brighter. She seemed angry. The room seemed to grow darker as this happened, the shadows becoming quite prominent as she stepped towards him, looking directly at him. Her face showing almost no emotion.
“I expect no pity from you.”
She snarls at him, shadows growing behind her, moving in strange ways, almost with a mind of their own.
“The powers I now possess are extremely dangerous. And extremely useful…”
And with that, she stepped backwards into the portal she had created just a moment before, appearing behind him immediately. She started at him silently for a moment.
“A master of the arcane could never achieve something as great as this. Never.”
Xerath does not seem to respond to these displays of her strength. However, her claims to power seem to have struck a nerve.
Xerath was indeed a prideful being. His voice returns to the grating, explosive roar as he turns to face her, a tangible surge of raw arcane energy blossoming forward from him, bathing the area in vibrant blue light.
WEAK, PATHETIC CREIGHTON. DO YOU TRULY BELIEVE YOU HAVE SURPASSED ME? YOU ARE BUT A BIT OF STRAW BEFORE A WHIRLWIND, YOUNG MORTAL. YOUR STRENGTH IS NOTHING IN COMPARISON TO MINE. YOUR MAGIC IS A SIMPLISTIC MANIPULATION OF LIGHT, AND THE LACK OF. BEWARE YOUR HUBRIS, FOR I AM NOT BOUND BY THE INSTITUTE HERE. MY MAGIC IS FAR BEYOND YOUR IMAGINATION, EVEN WITH THE ICOSOGRAM.
Xerath raises a spectral hand, flexing his fingertips as the shadows around him begin to recede in a purposefully slow manner.
THIS.. MINISCULE DISPLAY… MAY HAVE BEEN DIFFICULT FOR YOU TO ACHIEVE… BUT I AM THE ARCANE. NOTHING IS BEYOND MY POWER.