>With a snap of his wings he sprang into the air, whipping his immense staff around to send an airborne tsunami of psychic energy crackling out. Where it struck home the Dark Talons were turned to black marble laced with seams of the pilot’s flesh. They arced, then plummeted, plunging one after another into the boiling morass of corrupted lava at the base of the Wolf’s Gullet. (Wrath of Magnus, 7e)