"I read up on your history, Luca Blight." Levin calmly examines the creatures created of magic before him. "Is that what happened to you after your defeat? Animals aren't usually given burials, after all."

A dull roar sounds from the east before the howling winds tear into Luca and his creations. Not so much an assault, though, as it is the attempt to gain an opening advantage. Lost in the blinding sandstorm, Levin vanishes from sight.