I utter the words that invoke a void between the stars, an annihilator of light and life. In my fingers, I roll ectoplasm from a wraith, and as that ghostly material disintegrates, a sphere of utter darkness erupts into being with a soft pop.

[Moving the Sphere] I focus, and the sphere moves the direction and distance I choose.

[The Spell Ends] The sphere collapses with nary a noise. The air ripples. Waves of devastating force surge out, distorting and tearing whatever they strike.

~ Envisioned by a Hero