Words of the Constant
Good idea.
Hope it stays dead.
Vile thing is coming back for more!
They grow big here.
Careful child, it's a slippery slope towards a career in the arts.
Squishy.
Distasteful.
Spiders have such malleable wills.
How did that get down here?
How did that get down here?
Maybe I'll just get out of her way.
That's a relief.
I hope she stays dead.
I was worried about this.
Creatures in this world evolve at a terrifying rate.
I don't think that's one of mine.
Just in case I lose my mind entirely and want to heal those little pests.
It's a tricky one.
Good riddance.
How monstrous.
I'd rather not wake it.
If only loud noises were really enough to deter them.
Aggressive little thing, isn't it?
Splat.
It's a specialized form.
I don't want to wake that one.
Well aren't you a delight!
It's probably covered in spider spit.
How vile.
That used to be food until I wasted it.
Magical red, and yet it holds no power of use to me.
I hope it doesn't stain my jacket.
It reminds me of those infernal balloons.
Hateful, ambulatory whimsy.
I hope it doesn't stain my jacket.
How can a seed be so cheerful?
I hope it doesn't stain my jacket.
I hope they stay close. But not too close.
An impressively condensed point of freezing magic.
That should chase the shadows away.
More magic to add to the arsenal.
Wind power.
Hmph. Impressive sleight of hand.
This must be the work of an unseen hand.
This must be the work of an unseen hand.
Hmph. Impressive sleight of hand.
Rocks. How dull.
Stalagmite. How dull.
There is no limit to the power of shadows.
The Atrium's power restored his mind.