Bane felt spent as he stared at the massive spell he had created. It was much like the one he had used in the Demon World, but the divine and demonic energy used made it look like some alien structure with a shifting and swirling black and gold surface .
Every last bit of him had gone into the massive gold and black cylinder in front of him, and all he could do currently was float to the ground. Even with his supercomputer-like ability to draw spells and figure them out, Bane hadn't been able to reduce the area of what he now dubbed the 'Subatomic Sand Cutter' spell. He had no clue what tier it would be, but he didn't really care.
"I look like a raisin," Bane whispered in a harsh and raspy voice as he looked down at his shriveled hand that belonged to some decrepit old man.
"I think a wrinkly bag of flesh that shouldn't exist is a more apt description."