Limpid black sky with bright twinkles; gentle waves crashing against the sand; fresh marine breezes caressing his face…
It was only Icetales and the dark sea. That was good.
The noble took in a deep breath, letting the iodine enter into his lungs. Then, he breathed out a snowflake-filled cloud.
Breathe in. Relax. Focus.
He brought a pair of tails forward and looked intently at them. Scrunching in muzzle in concentration, he channeled two opposite yet equally powerful energies into them: the golden burst of Radiance, and the wispy energy of Shadow. Two forces, two flames, two opposites that needed to become one.
Seventh said:
“Dark sorcery… What he did not want others to know is that dark sorcery is more than just darkness, black matter and forbidden arts. It is…” her voice and fire faded away, “cosmos…”
“Cosmos…”
Without hesitation, Icetales brought both tails together, and pushed the Radiance and Shadow toward each other. He grunted as he fought hard to keep focus of those forces — golly, compressing them was much harder than he imagined! It was one thing to let them go wild, but it was another thing entirely to force them to coexist.
The Radiance and Shadow warped and twisted, until a black sphere with golden gusts appeared between his tails. That was… a black hole?
“Only… a little… more…”
Icetales pushed, pushed, pushed… and pushed too much. The miniature black hole began quivering, and the fox’s eyes widened in alarm.
“Oh, g—”
And the black hole blew up on his face, messing up his fur and giving him a darker pelt. He blinked slowly, still too stunned by what happened.
“…Ouch…”