As his Junior went off to accomplish his portion of the mission, Seika continued to gather his magical energy and focus upon the land around him. He could hear the cries of the land, being slowly driven mad by the curse that was laid upon it. He couldn't fathom the pain and suffering that it was currently going through, being driven insane by a force that it did not know or understand. The ever reaching vines never drew in enough sustenance, no matter how much the land provided it was never enough for the ever thirsting plants. Seika couldn't tell if this was the work of the Deep. The curse just felt far too roundabout for what the Deep had planned for Earthland. No, it definitely wasn't that foul force, possibly something adjacent but far down the totem pole. The feeling wasn't nearly as oppressive, at least for him.
Casting these thoughts from his mind, he would stab his staff into the ground before slapping his palms together, Forming several other gestures with his hands, the magic seals around him changed not only their shape but configuration as the light around him began to increase in intensity from the magical energy filling them. Heat surrounded him as his surroundings began to glow like the daytime sun. And then as if struck down by Sol itself, a clap of sound and a flash of light and heat, and the world around Seika was lit ablaze. Vines withered and burned, portions of the grounds literally caught fire, and the animals that were around him and infested were turned to ash, but through it all Seika remained standing and resolute, like a bastion in the dark. He would await Sho's return amongst the flames as his body bathed in the light. This foul curse would need to come to an end soon.
[Exit]
WC Met.