673 Wrath

The army advances towards the Chapel as Geralt sends them an apologetic look, Regis is confused at his reaction, but quickly realises why as the temperature around everyone raises as if a fire were pushed against their bodies.

A turquoise light flashes in the sky as a winged humanoid covered in flames appears, their form temporarily blackened by the sun behind them, the only visible thing being their glowing turquoise cat-like eyes.

He looks towards the Chapel and sees Ciri hunched over in pain, his eyes squinting in anger as he turns towards the army. "Nilfgaard huh?" he asks, as if he'd noted the existence of an ant.

Emhyr "Who are you, monster?" he commands from the ground.

Reima immediately recognises this person and starts laughing manically, "Hahahahaha! Oh, you've made my day..."

Emhyr "Silence, peasant." he says, loud enough for Reima to hear him.

Reima "Don't you recognise me, emperor? I was the one leading the group that destroyed your fleet." he says with a smug smirk.

Emhyr gives him a hard look, "You must be the False-King Reima Ludvig then?"

Reima "I do have to thank you though, your actions mark the first... And last day of my war with Nilfgaard." he states ominously, Dark Red Flames beginning to coalesce in his hands.

The remaining mages under Emhyr immediately start conjuring a shield, this doesn't bother Reima however as he throws his hands forwards, releasing a huge blast of flame, only to channel Elder Blood Energy into it as it approaches the shield, turning the flames turquoise.

The shield blocked the flames, but the moment of relief doesn't last long as the turquoise flames eat through the shield and begin crawling towards the mages. They try to dispel their own mages but it's too late as the flames reach them, they all scream in terror and agony as their everything is burned to nothing but ash.

Reima then crashes to the floor between the Chapel and the army, magma forming below him as the stone path melts. From his shadow he summons the Staff of Manus, it not saying anything as the Former Gods and Reima's intentions both match in this moment. He raises the staff and slams the bottom of it against the floor, causing a small wave of black ooze to travel towards teh army, corrupting everything it touches.

Tree's being quickly rotting, their branches losing their leaves and having huge thorns that look similar to teeth form... The stone path becomes pitch black as the wave passes over it, red eyes form on the surface, scaring everyone who witnesses the horrific phenomenon.

The army backs away, but the front-line isn't able to get past the retreating backline, the wave only reaches their ankles, but as they are submerged the black ooze forms small tenticals with needle-like points that penetrate their flesh, travelling up their veins and heading towards their heart and brains.

Regis is bewildered by this magic, never having seen anything like it in all his years. "What is this?"

Geralt glances at him... but doesn't say anything, he himself not really sure what this type of magic Reima uses is.

Emhyr stands still as the wave approaches, "Men! Fight against this demon, your emperor commands you!" he shouts, a few of the remaining Nilfgaardians turning to confront their Humanity Corrupted allies, only to be pounced and torn apart by them, the humanity giving them superior strength, speed, and durability than they'd ever had in the past.

The ooze reaches Emhyr, it surrounding his feet as the man stands there, stock still.

Reima grins towards him as he walks through the ooze, "I'm still unsure whether I want to enslave you for all eternity, or to just simply kill you?"

Emhyr shakes his head, "You do not have the capabilities." he states.

Reima leans his head to the side, "Did... Did you not just watch me easily destroy the army you'd brought? Like, I was going easy as well..." he asks, feeling as if Emhyr wasn't taking his imminent demise seriously... Also, shouldn't his flesh be horrifically burned at being so close to him?

Reima walks up and attempts to grab Emhyr's neck, finding to his surprise that his hand goes through him... As if he were a hologram.

Emhyr "I have many enemies, False-King... I always have countermeasures." he says.

Reima growls at him, "I wonder if your countermeasures will protect you against me destroying your empire single-handedly... There is not a limit to how many of these creatures I can create." he says gesturing towards the Abyssal Servants tearing apart the retreating Nilfgaardians.

Emhyr "The empire will live on, even if I pass." he states, sure that even if he died, someone would find Reima's weakness."

Reima rubs his face, "You want to know something bad about projection magic?" he asks, an idea forming in his mind.

Emhyr doesn't say anything and lets Reima continue, confident that his safety was assured.

Reima "The problem with it is... That you are projecting your soul..." he says, his hand being covered in a black and red mist as he plunges it into the Emperors chest.

Emhyr's eyes open wide at the sudden feeling of intense pain, "Stop!" he shouts, his unbreakable composure shattered. He can feel his mages trying to stop the projection magic, but due to Reima's grip on the man's soul, they are unable to...

Reima "I wonder if your soul is as black as your heart is? Either way, I'll be making a nice pair of shoes out of it." he says with a grin, wrenching his hand backwards, tearing a white mass out of the projections and causing it to disappear.

The black ooze covering the floor crawls up Reima's leg to try and get to it, but he slaps it away, deciding he'd rather create something humiliating out of the Emperors soul... Maybe some underwear? He shrugs, he can decide later.