I shake my head furiously. Anger, fear, crushing despair in the face of unstoppable force—they all gather under my will in a single desire.
And that desire becomes intent, and intent becomes a spell.
I push the spell like a lance of magic aimed not at the offshoot that stands before us, but straight through my keyhole. It's a pathway to the Great Beyond, and through it, my spell can reach the true body of the Dark Whisperer.
It's like trying to harm an elephant with a pin under its tail. All it causes is irritation… but in an uncomfortable place.
The Dark Whisperer's manifestation before us shifts. All pretense of human form disappears, transforming into a vaguely humanoid form of darkness. Circles of eyes appear over it—one, two, three, a dozen. Then, mouths form, speaking in a single-voiced chorus.
"Another foolish attempt at resistance… But eventually, that hope that drives you will die. Then you will do as intended."
