The shadow crept toward him like a slow-moving flood. "You drew me with you creations. You drew me with suffering you create. As you drew me even now." A curling tendril of smoke crept under the defensive ward.The tendril flared into solidity and tore away the screen. "I have come to judge you, mortal."
The man backed away down the high-ceilinged hall."I am no mortal. I am a god now." His voice, though shaky, rang with confidence. The man held up his hand angain, marshaling powers against inky blackness. Another wall of force blocked the advancing death, and a lambent blue light rose from the man's skin. The light pulsed around him for a moment, his concentration slipping. With a visible effort he drew the light back inside.
"Age grants neither divinity nor wisdom," the shadow hissed. "Your few years spent skittering acrose the face of life have tought you nothing but fear for your end." The new screen fell, torn into wispy totters. "And your end comes now."
отсюда