"Ah," says the monk as he flips backwards, "evil always contains the seeds of its own destruction. Spirits of fire, guard me against the darkness!" He breathes forth a great deluge of white flame, which turns to scarlet fire as it washes over the shadow with the force of a tsunami plummeting over a cliff.
Moth (4/7) attacks the shadow: The ruby tsunami tumbles near the bluff; averts the edge of the field!