All the power, all the energy stripped away from the poor defenseless ethereals. The tracer withdrew his tentacles, 98% of the creatures power had been stripped away.
"Try using those powers of yours now Nyghtmare. They are mine now. My own powers have evolved as well. Now you shall be truly punished for trying to stop me!"
Red spikes burst out of the ground underneath the Nyghtmare and the Balalma.
"Now SUFFER!" said Dent with a smile.
Ptolemy fired two shots from his eclipse. He was done. No more running.