[i]"Pitiful how a human mind can be so determined... You are merely a race meant for rotting and decay..."[/i] [b]The massive scattering of energy sent the area into a frenzy of explosions, only for the damage to suddenly absorb into the palm of the distant figure's hand.[/b] [i]"But I... I am everlasting..."[/i] [b]With a sweeping motion, the figure cuts his hand through the fog, the air warping and sharpening until a pale white spear rested in his hand. Then, he vanished, only to appear in front of Lance a second later, spear aimed for his stomach.[/b]