Nymbus: As Omi unleashes the magic, the paradox wracking throuhout his body being pushed aside like a whim and the true power that existed within his soul escaping to the reality, his eyes started shift in color, the black liquid pools showing his hatred of the target, like the Abyss seeking to draw one in. Static electricity seemed to pulse around him, and the lights flickered angrily as he continued his step, the words of power escaping his lips as the sounds of screams can be heard, high pitched and echoing throughout the hallway. The screams of a mother dying at the hands of her child, it's enough to cause those unprepared for the sound to weep, shaking in the experience. Glass starts to crack and shatter and light bulbs pop as he reaches out, his will invoked into one dark spell touched with the anger of all he has ever known...