[FFXV] "He looked up to find the Oracle—in Bahamut’s words, the “Sovereign of the Scourge”—suspended high up in the sky. Around her swirled a vortex of black miasma."
[FFXV] "It involved spreading one hand palm down against a table, then using the other hand to stab a blade down into the spaces between fingers, moving back and forth as quickly as possible. He’d played it with the guys on a road a few times. Ignis hadn’t approved."