"That is childs play!" The Master of Evil says, displaying his hand out. In his palm, he creates a small, child like doll. It stands up, and begins looking around. Its quite cute. In an instant, the Master of Evil lights it in dark flames, and it begins to swat at itself, trying to put itself out, making unheard screams of pain and terror.
He then crushes it in his palm, before dropping the ashes on the floor.
"Any other questions of my power?"
"So what can't you do?" Alice asked, "There's got to be some limit to your power. Even that Xerath guy has limits to what he can do, right? And he's practically magic itself."
Sam nodded back, "That's true. Surely there is a limit to what you can do with this cosmetic energy right?"