Dycedarg meets Shizel's eyes, and smiles. "I am," he informed her. The nearest crystalline figure strikes out at her to punctuate his statement.
He turned back to the others, raising his voice to be heard over the clash of swords and the other sounds of battle.
"Can you not comprehend what fools you have been? You cannot hope to defeat this power. This world can only be saved by harnessing the Calamity's might!"
He raises his hand to demonstrate the dark energy the black crystal offers him. A small, spherical void appears above it, swelling as it begins to draw air into its nothingness. He turns toward Yugi.
"You are mistaken, Yugi. It does not control my mind. I control the darkness." He sends the dark spell hurtling toward the gambler. Fortunately for the target, Dycecarg, still freshly come by these powers, does not know how much energy to focus to make the spell fatal.
Stop this, stop this, STOP THIS! [Ramza chants. Dycedarg waves off the inner voice as if it were an annoyingly persistent fly buzzing in his ear.]
As he draws on the crystal's power, his color begins to fade. His face looks paler than before, and his skin and clothes almost seem to glimmer when the light hits them at the right angle.
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Dycedarg meets Shizel's eyes, and smiles. "I am," he informed her. The nearest crystalline figure strikes out at her to punctuate his statement.
He turned back to the others, raising his voice to be heard over the clash of swords and the other sounds of battle.
"Can you not comprehend what fools you have been? You cannot hope to defeat this power. This world can only be saved by harnessing the Calamity's might!"
He raises his hand to demonstrate the dark energy the black crystal offers him. A small, spherical void appears above it, swelling as it begins to draw air into its nothingness. He turns toward Yugi.
"You are mistaken, Yugi. It does not control my mind. I control the darkness." He sends the dark spell hurtling toward the gambler. Fortunately for the target, Dycecarg, still freshly come by these powers, does not know how much energy to focus to make the spell fatal.
Stop this, stop this, STOP THIS! [Ramza chants. Dycedarg waves off the inner voice as if it were an annoyingly persistent fly buzzing in his ear.]
As he draws on the crystal's power, his color begins to fade. His face looks paler than before, and his skin and clothes almost seem to glimmer when the light hits them at the right angle.