"How...unexpected?"
Those were the first words that came out of a certain man's mouth upon stepping out of a generated spacetime vortex, and arriving at the famed capital known only as 'Wing City'. While its unique, vast architecture - underneath the heavy downfall of rain and bolts of lightning - appeared to be somewhat promising for a man who had seen more of this vast reality than anybody else currently alive, there was something far more pressing at the moment. To be more specific, the gigantic mass of what could only be defined as primordial darkness, in the shape of a dragonoid creature. This certainly wasn't what he'd been expecting.
This was supposed to be his vacation, his time off. That was the reason why he had gone off to this city in particular, which held potential like none other. The amount of people here, of warriors and of magicians, who held talent were far more than he could count through his senses alone. They should've been capable of demolishing any threat within minutes, so the fact that this thing lasted as long as it did was much less than impressive.
Standing on one foot at the point of the tallest skyscraper at the center of Wing City, having gone unnoticed, he observed as many others battled against the dragonic monster. Why were they attempting such a foolish act? What were they hoping to achieve against something that had no definite form? For he, whom had faced eldritch abominations and lived, he had to admit it was laughable.
Looking down upon the city, Protheus Maximus, as the one and only Herald of Darkness, couldn't help but be very amused.
Judging by the amounts of lightning that Draco kept generating, it must've been running on them as if it were blood. Lightning and shadows - what an annoying combination. Having spent the past fifteen minutes analyzing this monstrosity composed of shadows, figuring out what was effective and what wasn't against it,while scaling its prowess and capabilities, he immediately determined that it probably wouldn't be the best idea to go against it.
They were both native to the darkness, after all. It couldn't be helped. Against his better judgment, he stepped off the skyscraper and let himself float in the air, unperturbed by the heavy winds and the powerful downpour.
"It won't be fun if you died too quickly." Protheus chuckled, and proceeded on to chant a series of Ancient Egyptian words.
As he spoke, his words weighed heavily on the air around the city, and slowly but surely, all electrical power central to the city were being cut off, beginning with the upper levels. More importantly, the lights were dying out, machinery were automatically switching off, and self-sufficient devices were beginning to experience malfunctions and shortages, and all the while communication devices were being blocked out by an alien humming. While he couldn't be sure if it would work on the nearby planetary assault carrier, he was counting upon it.
What he was doing was essentially emitting a personally-generated magical jamming signal that would affect all electrical devices and machinery, thereby dampening any attempt by more advanced technologies to engage in combat against Draco, essentially making it easier for the monster to resume its rampage.
Once Protheus had concluded with his spell, he sat back on the skyscraper with a satisfied grin. Now, it would continue on by itself,and due to the magnitude of the city, it quite possibly wouldn't last longer than an hour, but that was more than enough for the devastation to be dealt.
"Are you going to thank me or not... fellow being of the shadows?" He said in an amused tone, directly above the enormity of the city, though he didn't actually expect to get an answer from Draco.