[There was no time to move out of range, not with the limits of his body now. More time, if the sands were to slow so would the world, and as the staff slammed to the ground in preparation for the attack it did. The feeling wasn't all that different from freeze, though it was far quicker it seemed and didn't require the time to prep. Brushing back the hood of his robe and the hair from his eyes, Undertaker grinned.]

Buried in the sands of time, secrets lying in silent tongues, arcane blast.