A deep, reverberating hum shakes the world as the foam spreads over the land, launching through the air, gathering in certain places in giant, floating balls of power. It evaporates the lakes and rivers, absorbing all the moisture it can to bolster itself, stronger and stronger.
Nazakiel rolls his shoulders, flexing his fingers as though shaking off a light drizzle. He lets the foam coat his arms, watching it trickle harmlessly down his skin.
He exhales, long and slow, his grin widening. "You put on a fine show, I'll give you that. But you still don't understand, do you?"
Nazakiel swings his arm violently, and all of the foam clinging to him is blasted away. "There's nothing you can do, you stupid crab! You think I fear FOAM!?"
