[ Eustace hits Phantom's shadow squarely in the center, and it lets out a piercing screech as it careens backward from the impact. An assortment of eyes blink into existence on its surface, a many-limbed dark cloud now intent on dashing itself against Trahearne's barrier. The hall itself begins to warp as the shadow draws closer, columns and carpets contorting upon themselves in blatant defiance of physics and geometry. As for the exit - the double doors fold in amongst themselves like origami before disappearing. ]
[ The shadow continues to beat its many arms against Trahearne's barrier, knocking the two men back and opening a lightless chasm beneath the spot where they stood. However, it doesn't get a chance to reclaim its victim - just as the ground begins to heave, Phantom's own voice rings out amidst the chaos. ]
Enough!
[ The bubbling carpet beneath them freezes in place, and a ripple of order spreads across the floor from Phantom's feet. He still looks winded, but the determination in his eyes is keeping the shadow's distortions at bay. ]
You are not me. You will never be me...
[ A ridge of dark thorns appear between them and his shadow, their angular forms a clear contrast to the amorphous chaos summoned by his shadow. ]
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[ The shadow continues to beat its many arms against Trahearne's barrier, knocking the two men back and opening a lightless chasm beneath the spot where they stood. However, it doesn't get a chance to reclaim its victim - just as the ground begins to heave, Phantom's own voice rings out amidst the chaos. ]
Enough!
[ The bubbling carpet beneath them freezes in place, and a ripple of order spreads across the floor from Phantom's feet. He still looks winded, but the determination in his eyes is keeping the shadow's distortions at bay. ]
You are not me. You will never be me...
[ A ridge of dark thorns appear between them and his shadow, their angular forms a clear contrast to the amorphous chaos summoned by his shadow. ]