>>25110377"I̵̡ ̧R̨E͟F̡U҉̶S͡E..͡ ͘͞͝T̴̕O̷ B̢E҉..̵͞͞ D͘ ̶͠E ̢̛P̕ ҉͟͝O̕ ̧S ̸͡E͢ ̵D̵͢͡!̴!̷"̡"Figured they wouldn't listen.. Oh well, an attempt was made, I'm done preaching for now. Dragalge! I want you to focus! Fight through the pain and hone every last ray of that hungry, hungry aura on that ghostly abomination! COMPLETELY DISFIGURE IT!"
Dragalge squirms in agony, attempting to resist your aura's power and steer its world-searing trajectory. "D-Dra.." he struggles, trying to find a middleground that gives him control without splitting him open in the process. "G-Gaaaaa!!"
Slowly, but surely, the seadragon reels in the escaping aura and gathers it all within his core. Then, mustering the strength to unleash it, propels the energy to his snout and fires at will.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qitOaX56Cyk"GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALGEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
A torrential storm of ravenous energy strikes the mayor's specter with such blunt force it numbs her on the spot. "G҉҉Y̸͡AÁ̶̡A̵A͡A̡̕͡A͞A͏A͢͏A̴A̡A̕A̶̵Ó̧Ó͠O҉̨O͘͝O͘OO͏ÓO͜͞͡O҉҉̨!̵̛!͟"̨ the phantom cries, hands grabbing at her skull, proving your theories about her weaknesses to be true.
"̀ST͘O҉P.. ͝S͠TOP̴!̷ T̶HIS̷.͘. ̕T̴H͟IS P͜O̴W҉ÉR̵! ̡T̛ ͝O X͏ I҉ C!"But there's no stopping it. Dragalge fires a non-stop, neverending stream of continuously regenerating aura at the mayor's apparition, paralyzing her long enough for the Leek Miser to seize a finishing blow on its exposed 'heart'.
The Lore Miser (or what's left of him) rears his limp neck to find everything in ruin. The order that he had worked so ruthlessly to obtain, collapsing under the weight of his own ignorance, ignorance primarily emphasized by the fast-approaching, leek-wielding, slap-shitting mallard.
