NICO 611
Vintrict
((Sheer uncontrollable metaphysical power. There's a hard wall, figuratively, between his power and Verev, basically.))
(That still doesn't explain how it stops his attack, especially since you use something metaphysical to stop something physical, you can't just have power, with no real concrete manifestation stop something that does.)
((But it's an influence that's willed, so it's some form of power that isn't physical as it is power-wise. It looks lie psionics to me, unless it's something different.
But with what's currently happening, well I don't know if it's serious anymore. But going by at least the assistance from Tacitus....))
Cracks, glowing cracks form along his prison. Each by each, the prism prison shivers in place, the power within starting to shine its rays through the opening that were provided to it. The power of a beast unlike any other was exploding continuously within. Verev could feel the power leeching itself forcibly outward, wishing to consume the life around it. He knew it was wanting to get out and feast onto that which clung onto the existence of life.
"RAAAAAAR, GAAAAAAAAHHH!"
He couldn't hold it in, anymore. Like a volcano that was kept under pressure for too long, like a water's wrath that was kept back, its power capable of building up, like air traveling through, expanding itself to destroy that which held it, a blaze would come from the origin that was Verev, his cry showing the bottled of rage had had been holding and building for such an extension of time. Fires, fires of the phoenix, would blaze themselves outward in a washing torrent of white and red fires, covering through yards and yards of terrain around him. No life was caught unharmed by the burning flames that could make make metal melt with just its heat along, moving as if it was lava burying the land under its heated mass. Immediately, a forest first would occur, as the northern mountain side catches on fire, a power comparable to Hades causing the earth to shake violently and the air to light up in heat.
Released from his prison, Verev holds his warhammer in his right hand again as those eyes of his glow with a radiant yellow that pierces through the luminance burning around him. His nostrils would release a smog and his throat a long groan that made him seem like a standing monstrous beast, his skin red hot and colored in the color of burnt brick. As his white cape was no more to the intense heat, his armor and red hair remained, exalting his figure more than what it seemed before we he walked in here with a courage little men presented. But because he was now released, the lands to the north of the guild's base burning in flames, Verev no longer cared for the well being of this base.
For vengeance was his intention this day, vengeance he was going to claim with use of the flames that he so masterfully possessed.