The gryphon watched with bated breath as his spell flew toward the bringer of their demise, knowing full well that it was too little too late. A simple bolt would do nothing to stop the beast, and soon they would have to contend with the fallout of whatever was to happen to the spire.

Out of the hopeless situation, however, a new chance arose. At the bidding of the raven, obviously a true master of magic, the great beast became engulfed in energy and was sent back to trade places with a giant boulder situated where it had originated from. Earth and Electricity and powers of the mind all intermingled into an impressive spell that left a runway of crystal leading away from the spire and planted the spider almost directly below the location Amras had been tossed back to.

The creature was bleeding profusely, its magic as think in the air now as fog in Cetus. From this close it was almost difficult to breathe with as charged as the atmosphere had become. It was almost... intoxicating.

A strange new feeling flooded through the gryphon's mind as he continued downwards to try to intercept the creature. It was like when he summoned spectral familiars as the Blacksmith had taught him, but purer, more intense. As he finally landed on the direct path that the saving spell had taken something finally clicked, a force that was begging to be uncovered and a skill that might have taken cycles to stumble upon where the air not so saturated with the results of their defense of the spire.

The power of the mind, the pure essence of the Arcane element, it was there for him to grasp should he choose to pursue it. With it he might be able to further ensure that their home would never fall to predators such as this. Magic was drawn from the environment, from his gem, from anywhere around he could draw it from and channeled directly up his arm, though his neck, and into that center of thought which lay behind his eyes. The pure radiant white light of his gem's magic shifted to a deep purple as it changed its nature. With this power, more intense than he typically ever utilized, shaped into its proper form, he began to let it manifest with the intent of ripping the crystals around him from the ground and sending them hurling toward the creature of destruction.

Oh, but magic is a fickle thing. Like a wild beast it commanded great strength but an unpredictable nature. One moment he was standing on the ground, both arms out and summoning the might of the Arcane and the next he was floating in an endless dark void, devoid of direction or time and filled with streaking lights and whispers. Within the trench he had been standing his body crumpled, helpless to avoid being crushed by the passing spider as his mind retreated within itself. The intensity of the spell had bridged the gap between conscious thought and the depths of the psyche, and the gryphon would be trapped there until he found his way out.

Pouch 1: Black talc stones x7 (medium)

Pouch 2: Charcoal dust 50 in3

Pouch 3: Quartz sphere x1 (large, soft glow)

Pouch 4: Charcoal chunks x7 (medium)

Take hold of the power within
"And shape the fabric of reality around you"
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