Oh great Lord! Sleeping King, who casted this world into the perpetual eclipse? Guide us back into the truth, break our molds of flesh to leave a searing spirit in its place. Make of us the exalted and the savant, the childs of your design. - And the enlightened new of their own errors, the failures of creation. For only beyond death they could achieve truth.- Instinct: To destroy the abominations of weakness

• Drain the mind of emotions
• Negate the resistance of the material
• Replicate an attack