[Earth magic, death magic...for someone who has no magic of his own, it all sounds fascinating -- and indeed it proves to be so, when the long obsidian wall pushes up from the ground. Link finds himself stepping back, although it's short enough that that proves unnecessary. After a moment, he approaches the wall, crouches to put a hand on it. It's mere inches from the Malice, which creeps forward at a glacial pace, like some sort of twisted, slow-moving lava.]
This is really something.
[His tone is mild, but certainly impressed. It might not have been what Nico was going for, but it'll certainly be tall and wide enough to hold the Malice...or at least, that's the hope.]
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This is really something.
[His tone is mild, but certainly impressed. It might not have been what Nico was going for, but it'll certainly be tall and wide enough to hold the Malice...or at least, that's the hope.]