Shadow laughed as the titan of filth thought itself victorious, having conquered her illusion. Her backhanded wave of power smashed the titan away from her, eating away at its very essence to power itself. Her mind was fascinated by the titan's chant, but devoured it anyways. The hunger found it wanting. The power behind the reversal of chaos was sapped, twisted, devoured. The anarchy only grew in strength, for it was powered by the planet itself. Tendrils grew to the size of mountains as they twisted and melted, the fire grew into a fire-storm as tornados began to touch down amongst the army. Lightning flash-fried thousands as thunder rolled like the ocean waves. [spoiler]Lol, this is why magic is OP.[/spoiler]