Draken twitched once, rubbind his forehead with a tentacle and then finally roaring out.
There he fell to his knees, tentacles twitching and pincers clattering... Until it stopped.
And then the room froze down entirelly.
He got back on his feet, dusting his robes.
"Unchanging is not something you should be proud of. Unchanging does not learn, it does not improve. And how long your life has been is meaningless, for in the deepest confines of the void were your so called 'sanity' would dare not go, I have bore witness to the birth and death of entire worlds."
Still he rubs his head once.
"I don't know what kinds of voidlings you have been fighting to make this... Parlor trick effective. But if you think it will be that easy to assault my body or my mind... Think better. I was one of the greatest mages of runeterra when I was but a mere mortal man and you can be sure I have not slacked any ever since I was reborn in her grace."
the robes part to give way to a hidden pair of claws, an odd misture of hands and pincers, dexterous and plated, weaving spells between the fingers.
"I will assure you that my strength comes from the simple fact..."
Mana-laced bolts of razor ice shoot out towards Haelion, at the same time that the ice and snow gather into the form of small beasts at Draken's feet and rush towards him with fangs and claws at the ready.
"... I can't think of a good line now. It has nothing to do with the emotional states of others, however. That merely weakens them... And amuses me. What is the point of life if we are not amused by it after all?"