Ritual of the Corrupted Crystal; Dirge of Glyphs and Ash

Yur stretched his arms and legs, casually stepping through the dense swarm of Glythari. Though their numbers appeared infinite, they were but tiny insects to him, easily crushed with minimal effort.

Opening his mouth slightly, he allowed several Glythari to drift inside, chewing on them to ease his growing hunger. But this wasn't sustainable. 

Consuming Glythari, despite their small and harmless appearance, was dangerous; devouring too many would eventually cause his body to rupture from within.

"Fuck off," Yur grumbled, irritated, swatting away the tiny creatures fluttering persistently around him.

Frustration mounting, he abruptly thrust his hands forward.

Ritual of Withering Chains!

Thousands of dark chains erupted from his palms, swiftly slicing through countless Glythari in seconds. Their tiny, glowing bodies plummeted, forming small hills of luminous corpses on the ground.