He touches the wound, and as he does, he mimics the face and abilities of the Outcast, shrouding himself in shadows. But this mimicry is imperfect. The Seeker, though hidden, cannot fully grasp the essence of disgrace and anonymity. The true Outcast uses this moment to project Whispers of Scorn, filling the Seeker's mind with haunting, disorienting voices.
The Seeker, momentarily disoriented, lashes out wildly, his Stolen Spotlight ability activating. He reaches for the Outcast, aiming to drain his strength. The Outcast dodges, but not entirely. The Seeker's fingers brush his arm, and he feels a surge of power, but also the crushing weight of disgrace.
The Outcast, weakened but undeterred, retaliates with Aura of Disgrace, enveloping the Seeker in a miasma of shame and self-doubt. The Seeker's confidence wavers, his flamboyant facade flickering. He fights to maintain his composure, but the Outcast presses the advantage, launching a barrage of Phantom Strikes.
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