[Following Cao Pi's line of sight, the darkness so vast it's almost like a wall of it, closing them all off from everything else. From the world of the living, even if they're all dead to begin with, but it's also this pressing kind of darkness that sometimes makes Quentin wake up at night, gasping and even opening his eyes doesn't dispel the nightmares because it's all just. Black. Impenetrable and unavoidable.

Shaking his head, Quentin looks back and there's a small smile on his face as he wrinkles his nose and arches an eyebrow, voice low and conspiratorial.]

Well-- see, I know this spell. And it might be cheating, but. Well, there's really no price for second best here. And. But I can hit anything I want to, dead on. Always. All I need is like a second to cast the spell and it's, uh, I never miss.