'The runt is bound to have regained even more energy than me so I must finish this quickly.' The Elemental Lord thought. 'I'll put every iota of energy I've left into- What the fuck is that?'
When Argantyr emerged from his makeshift fortress, he discovered that it was actually his prison. Between Twilight Storm and the barrier, Argantyr had blinded himself and failed to notice anything until it was too late.
The Engine had already turned emerald and its six wings burned like small suns.
The Elemental Lord threw his Tower Spirit Spells, Collapsed Sun and Shattered Land.
The former was the Spirit equivalent of a tier five Gravity spell that would lock the enemy in place and distort space to prevent them from escaping with dimensional magic.