Please say yes![]()
Stormclouds appear, and a sense of dread fills the air. Something is coming. Something dark. A foul creature, a being of ruthless denial. The light ebbs, and when it returns it is there, its dark form blotting out the sky. It opens its mouth, and utters something - something unspeakable, malignant, dripping with malice and ill intent:
No.
Reaving Roar is unaffected by spellpower or metamagics.