>>5717573>>5717607>>5717616Breathe. Calm down. Fighting with your emotions has never worked with you, and it will not work now. As you tell Casca to use her Axe at Sivir instead of Grififth, which would help her hide and obscure herself from sight as she transforms into a dove, being too small of a target to get in the way of Danaan and Griffith's fight.
Danaan is no pushover, firing an array of Od arrows and drawing her energy from her cherry blossom, it's petals flowing into a whirlwind that pushed him back and prevented him to reach any closer.
Doomsday is dawning upon you, and all the protector of the island can do to direct attacks is lightly push him back? There has to be a way to fight him aside from hoping he tumbles onto her projectiles!
"That's it!" You think about the meaning of your ultimate ability, the power to bring thoughts into actions that Sivir is incapable of fully tapping into. To break the laws of magic is to materialize your projection of your inner world onto reality. Break the realm of possibility by using your own astral energy, much like Griffith can do with the manipulation of fate powered by the belief in their cause. This is the best possible place for you to test out a fraction of what Sivir would do if she had killing intent, but for that, you'll need some help.
"Schierke! Farnese!" You almost lose balance as you shout for them to approach you, instructing them to materialize the same thing you have on your mind: An ultimate attack to bring down the God Hand once and for all!
No matter how small of a chance that attack has to land, that sliver of hope, that uncertainty of defeat, is all that humanity needs to strive forward, no matter what awaits them at the end! What was once a small, unconfident speck of light soon becomes an elongated spear, and with the blind hope empowered by your mage allies, soon become two, four, eight, and sixteen! The materialization of your army has come in the form of a rain of lances, all assembled to pass through Griffith and skewer him into nothingness!
"This myriad of evil shall be met with the clash of never-ending light! Match me in strength, or perish! GRIFFITH!"
